She's fly, she's fine, she's mine, all mine
She's hip, she rips, the guitar
In her death grip. She's fly,
She's fine, she's cool, girl of mine.
She's tall, to the wall, I make sweet
Love to her birdie call, married now
For many days, more to come I've paved the way. Thinking
Of renewing our vows, I'll strum the acoustic for her
At the wedding, with my speakers loud.