She'll have another piece of pie
She'll have a double reuben rye
She kicks hard at eating well
That's why I love her
She's got a couple of pony kegs
Her arms are bigger than my legs
And when she holds me I can't breathe
That's why I love her
I'm her butter she' my bread
She's like a mobile waterbed
And hwen I got on top of her
I can't touch the mattress
And when her flesh begins to sag
She's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
She's my insulation
I always know where she sat
And when she's on me I get flat
Some broken ribs a punctured gut