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"As Dirty As My Truck"

© DANOLYRICS 2001

Let me tell you all about,
My lady at home,
She`s about as prim and proper,
As you`ve ever known,

Now I`ve loved her so long,
With no complaint,
But her wholesomeness`s makin` me,
Want what she ain`t,

Seven years of marriage,
Not a moment I`d give up...,
But sometimes I wish she`d be,
As dirty as my truck.

Aw, turn her on, warm her up,
Get the juices flowing,
The pedal to the metal,
Not a care where we`re going,
But for now that`s a dream,
Her mind is just too clean,
Cause I ain`t had any luck,
Making her as dirty as my truck.

For her last birthday I bought,
A slinky leather deal,
I told her, try it on dear,
Before you say how you feel,

But she didn`t even bother,
She said it`s not her taste,
And the only dirty thing left,
Was the look on her face,

Seven years of marriage,
And I`ve never given up,
The thought of her being,
As dirty as my truck.

Aw, turn her on, warm her up,
Get the juices flowing,
The pedal to the metal,
Not a care where we`re going,
But for now that`s a dream,
Her mind is just too clean,
Cause I ain`t had any luck,
Making her as dirty as my truck.

People often ask me,
Why, in a grubby truck I roam,
I say "If my wife was this dirty,
I would never leave my home."

Aw, turn her on, warm her up,
Get the juices flowing,
The pedal to the metal,
Not a care where we`re going,
But for now that`s a dream,
Her mind is just too clean,
Cause I ain`t had any luck,
Making her as dirty as my truck.

Yeah, I`d just like her to be,
As dirty as my truck.

Aww, baby why can`t you be,
As dirty as my truck!