SUGAR PIE

when I met you I was a yard sale boy
I soon found out I was just your toy
but that’s cool it’s cool, ah I had nothin’ better to do
well I became your gas money sheriff
if I got lucky well I might see ya bare it
and that’s cool it’s cool ah ya redneck a likein’ fool

Well I’m lovin’ ya honey, my perfect Dixie girl
ya let me call ya sugar pie
ya got me tube top jumpy, oh now be my barefoot bride
ya got me thrillin’ ta smooch ya, your eyes all in a twirl
you’re my a my oh sugar pie
bought you a new pink Harley, now take me for a ride

you yell and scream and say I gotta go
but I know what you want, a bedroom rodeo
but that’s cool it’s cool, ah I have nothin’ better to do
religion to you is a Gucci bag
and you’ve bought parts that’ll never sag
and that’s cool it’s cool ah ya redneck a likein’ fool

now some may think, well I’m no buckaroo
but I know, you’ll be my darlin’ true

while I’m a liftin’ weights so I can act all tuff
you’re a watchin’ Cops in a zombie puff
but that’s cool it’s cool, ah I have nothin’ better to do
when I snuck out for some strip club game
well everyone there seemed to know your name
and that’s cool it’s cool ah ya redneck a likein’ fool