Well spoken, house broken man.
Strong enough to make a living off the land.
He's laying off the Bourbon and the weed, and he's living life like living's supposed to be.
And he's loving like a man is meant to do, until the night is through.
The woman of my dreams went walkling by.
Slaving in the kitchen, baking me a pumpkin pie.
She's tumbling down the mountain at full speed, and she's taking care of me and my every need.
