The preacher asked her
And she said I do
The preacher asked me
And she said yes he does too
And the preacher said
I pronounce you 99 to life
Son she's no lady she's your
wife
And I can't remember
How I met her
Seems like she's always just
been hanging here off my right arm
And I can't remember
How I ever
Thought that I just couldn't
live without a woman's charm
And even though
She loves the smell of French
perfume
And even though
She walks around in high-heel
shoes
All I know
Is I'm the one who pays her
price
Man she's no lady she's my
wife
And I can't remember
How I met her
Seems like she's always just
been hanging here off my right arm
And I can't remember
How I ever
Thought that I just couldn't
live without a woman's charm
Yea she hates my mama
She hates my daddy too
She loves to tell me
She hates the things I do
She loves to lie beside me
Almost every night
She's no lady she's my wife
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