nostr:npub1xpcqmx422lf6cm6nzup53vfsfvyz7pjfarwdklj3apxaggjtdqmqg03t05 Wow, glad I went classy at my wedding:

She don't like her eggs all runny

She thinks crossin' her legs is funny

She looks down her nose at money

She gets it on like the Easter Bunny

She's my baby, I'm her honey

I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays

I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies

He ain't too sharp but he gets things done

Drinks his beer like it's oxygen

—John Prine, "In Spite of Ourselves”