I never knew here to be one who would accept my roses Or even one to exchange kisses like Eskimos, rubbing noses But I could tell you it was her smile that gave her away Even amidst the mud on her cheeks she gained throughout the day
She was never one for dresses, no, her jeans fitted just fine Her figure flattering, though her clothes modest, humble in her design And she would sooner throw a punch than look for rescuing Yet she showed her princessly ways every time she'd sing
She would rather raise a mug than a cup of tea And romp around, laughing all the while, on the bed with me She'd giggle when I burped, and defeat me all the more Then lie with me to look at the ceiling from her bedroom floor
But when she cried... oh when she cried... there crying she would be And you would see no figure that was all the more dainty No words said as she'd bury her face deep into my chest Strong is she, all to me, in sorrow or happiness