She Treats Her Body Like a Temple

She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat
Always passes on the butter pats
She's regimented, resolute
Looks dang good in her birthday suit
She wishes I would walk the line
But most the time I don't
She treats her body like a temple
And I treat mine like a honky tonk

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I cuss, and smoke, and tell bad jokes
And hang out with the band
The only exercise I get
Is curling 12-ounce cans
Her motto is: "Just do it"
An' mine's: "Do what you want"
She treats her body like a temple
Hey, I treat mine like a honky tonk

She never goes no where till she does her hair
And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear
Me - I'm out there on the town
In day-old Bermuda's with the zipper down
She smells like a field of flowers
And I smell like a swamp
She treats her body like a temple
And I treat mine like a honky tonk

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Her motto is: "Just do it"
An' mine's: "Do what you want"
She treats her body like a temple
I treat mine like a honky tonk

She treats her body like a temple
I treat mine like a honky tonk

Aw, boys, don't quit on me now, huh