Don’t Tell Me That
I’ve gotta girl
Way across town
She starts cooking
When the sun goes down
Whatever you want
She’s got the recipe
One thing for sure
She’s the only girl in the world for me
My friends all tell me
To hit the door running
But love slapped me in the face
I didn’t see it coming
They don’t know that
She’s got a heart of gold
I’ll tell you the truth
This woman owns a golden soul
CHORUS:
Don’t tell me that
She’s too fat
I can’t go for that
Don’t tell me that
She’s too fat
I can’t go for that
She gives me big lovin’
And I like my lovin’ like that
She likes fried chicken
And black eyed peas
Deep fried okra
And pinto beans
She’s not into
Fine French cuisine
But here kind of cookin’
Will drive you to your knees
Home made biscuits
With gravy on the side
Ice cold lemonade
And hot apple pie
I tell you truthful
She’s everything I need
I can’t explain
This burning flame on the inside of me
CHORUS:
She likes fried pork chops
And leg of lamb
She cooks from scratch
Whenever she can
She always tells me
It’s a secret family recipe
Whatever it is
It sure tastes good to me
She likes fried chicken
And black eyed peas
Deep fried okra
And pinto beans
She’s not into
Fine French cuisine
But her kind of cookin’
Will drop you to your knees
CHORUS:
Copyright Dan Johnson 2002
