They tell me, The other girls are much better, For making love and such. They tell me, You should get some curves, A pretty girl with a neat wardrobe.
I say slander to that, I say take that back, I'm not in it for love making, I'm in it for life making, Her body is an art, Nobody appreciates, But she's my favorite painting, I stare into her eyes, Wonder where she got that beauty.
I didn't believe in soul mates, until I found mine.