From the recording His Love's Like A Small Town
Lyrics
He Makes Pretty Babies ©2010 by April Holley Fraiser
Georgia Smiles Publishing (BMI)
DANG TOILET SEAT UP AGAIN
THANKS TO HIM I ALMOST FELL IN
IF HE WOULD’VE SAW HE’D PROBABLY LAUGHED
THAT’D JUST MAKE ME MADDER TOO
I DON’T LIKE SOME THINGS HE THINKS ARE CUTE
LIKE TRIPPIN’ ON BOYFRIENDS FROM MY PAST
PRECHORUS
I’M NOT ONE WHO LIKES TO COMPLAIN
SURELY I CAN FIND SOMETHING GOOD TO SAY
CHORUS
HE MAY JUST MOW THE GRASS ONCE A YEAR
ALWAYS SHRINK MY UNDERWEAR (DECORATE WITH WHITETAIL DEER)
HE AIN’T BEEN THAT SWEET TO ME LATELY
HE SHUTS UP LIKE A CLAM WHEN I TRY TO FIGHT
HE’LL EVEN TELL YOU HE’S ALWAYS RIGHT
BUT THE BOY MAKES PRETTY BABIES
HE’S ALWAYS STARING AT THE TV SET
WATCHING HISTORY OR ESPN
AFTER WORK HE’S TEEING OFF
EXCEPT FOR IN THE WINTER TIME
THERE’S SOME DEER STAND HE’S TRYING TO CLIMB AND
HE LIES ABOUT IT WHEN HE’S LOST
PRECHORUS
HE’S NOT ALL BAD DON’T TAKE IT THAT WAY
I GUESS WHAT I’M REALLY TRYING TO SAY
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