Lyrics:
She takes spinning class, she cooks low fatAlways passes on the butter patsShe's regimented resoluteLooks dang good in her birthday suitShe wishes I would walk the lineBut most the time I don'tShe treats her body like a templeAnd I treat mine like a honky tonkCHORUSI cuss and smoke and tell bad jokesAnd hang out with the bandThe only exercise I get is curling 12 ounce cansHer motto is just do itMine's do what you wantShe treats her body like a templeAnd I treat mine like a honky tonkShe never goes no where till she does her hairAnd takes the time to find the perfect thing to wearMe I'm out on the townIn day old Bermuda's with the zipper downShe smells like a field of flowersAnd I smell like a swampShe treats her body like a templeAnd I treat mine like a honky tonk