I got a friend he ain't never had no wife He don't understand why she's the joy of my whole life He said explain and I know it sounds uncouth But it is a feelin' in my stomach if you want to know the truth
It's a taste I like to call my own It's a smell I only smell when I'm at home I like to stick my face close to it And put on my tongue And I don't pick my head back up Until she says I'm done
Chorus I said that Love means never havin' to say I said love keeps tastin' better everyday I said that love means never havin' to say you're hungry
Well you know I love her biscuits You know I love her buns You know I'll eat her brisket I ain't ever had more fun I love her enchiladas I love her refried beans Add a couple of jalapenos And you'll know just what I mean
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It's chicken fried, it's served with collard greens You think you'd died when you're bustin' at the seams She'll unbutton that top button wipe her hands on that ol' blouse She's always lookin' finger lickin' good around the house