I got a friend he ain't never had no wife
He don't understand why
she's the joy of my whole life
He said explain and I know it sounds uncouth
But it is a feelin' in my stomach
if you want to know the truth
It's a taste I like to call my own
It's a smell I only smell when I'm at home
I like to stick my face close to it
And put on my tongue
And I don't pick my head back up
Until she says I'm done
Chorus
I said that Love means never havin' to say
I said love keeps tastin' better everyday
I said that love means never
havin' to say you're hungry
Well you know I love her biscuits
You know I love her buns
You know I'll eat her brisket
I ain't ever had more fun
I love her enchiladas
I love her refried beans
Add a couple of jalapenos
And you'll know just what I mean
Chorus
It's chicken fried, it's served with collard greens
You think you'd died when you're bustin' at the seams
She'll unbutton that top button
wipe her hands on that ol' blouse
She's always lookin' finger lickin' good around the house
