Ain'T Love Grand
I met you in the springtime
In the merry month of May
I didn't care that you were old
Or that your hair was grey
I didn't care you had no teeth
Or that you weighed a ton
I brought you flowers and candy
And then I called you 'hon.'
I didn't care you'd been in jail
For knocking off your spouse
Or that you wore an ankle bracelet
And couldn't leave your house
The fact you smoke three packs a day
And drink a quart of gin
Just made me want to leave my wife
So we could live in sin
But of all the joyous attributes
That you bestow on me
The thing I love in about you the most
Is the fact you won the lottery
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