Big Ass... Heart

My girl went to the doctor cause het heart had palpitations He said cut the carbs, or else she’d end up pushing up carnations She stepped up on the scale and the doctor said ‘Oh Lordy’ If you don’t drop a few girl, you won’t make it past age forty My girl said ‘He lookje, on my fancy x-ray chart’ Said the doctor ‘Holly hell that’s one G.D. big ass heart’ I’m telling you my friend, my girl’s got a big ass heart When she shops for groceries that heart gets it’s own damn cart That big ass heart can pump two tons of love through het chest And then sit down and win a lovin’ pie-eating contest I love that bis ass heart so much I think it isn’t fair Look how you’re heart won’t pay my back for breaking all my chairs So sick with love I think I’m coming down with rickets When that big ass heart flies coach it had to pay for two plane tickets Oh, that big ass heart Oh, that big ass heart

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