She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat

Always passes on the butter pats

She's regimented resolute

Looks dang good in her birthday suit

She wishes I would walk the line

But most the time I don't

She treats her body like a temple

And I treat mine like a honky tonk

CHORUS

I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes

And hang out with the band

The only exercise I get is curling 12 ounce cans

Her motto is just do it

Mine's do what you want

She treats her body like a temple

And I treat mine like a honky tonk

She never goes no where till she does her hair

And takes the time to find the perfect thing to
wear

Me I'm out on the town

In day old Bermuda's with the zipper down

She smells like a field of flowers

And I smell like a swamp

She treats her body like a temple

And I treat mine like a honky tonk