Highballers Better Man
She's my soft skinned lady
A little bit crazy
And she knows the words
To all those Steve Miller songs
She's my sexy lady
She loves her babies
And she don't suffer fools for any man around
Well she ain't perfect
But she'd like to be
She cusses like a sailor
Wears her emotions on her sleeve
And she makes a better man of me
She deserves much better
Than what I have given her
Still she smiles at me
Even when I'm wrong
So I sing about her
I can't live without her
Try to fit her life
Into the words of a song
Well she ain't perfect
But she'd like to be
She cusses like a sailor
Wears her emotions on her sleeve
And she makes a better man of me
I sit around and play my guitar
While she's barefoot on the hardwood floor
I can't stand how much she means to me, yeah.
Well she ain't perfect
But she'd like to be
She cusses like a sailor
Wears her emotions on her sleeve
And she makes a better man of me
And she makes a better man of me.
