Folks make fun of my best girl
They laugh at her skinny legs and her fleecy curls
Whenever we dance people stop and stare
And hold their noses up in the air
I'm in luv, I'm in luv, I'm in luv with a ewe
My gal chops don't tell no lies
And she'd never run around with any other guy
She gives me the woolies whenever she's near
A lamb of a girl who's so sincere
I'm in luv, I'm in luv, I'm in luv with a ewe
I'm in luv, I'm in luv, I'm in luv , I'm in luv
with a genuine, authentic, New Zealand sheep
c 1977 Steve Trotter, Even Steven Publishing
http://www.SteveTrotter.com
Sunday, October 23, 2005
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