SHE’S A HOG

(Written by Jeff Ridler)

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THINGS HAVE BEEN SO SPECIAL SINCE SHE’S BEEN IN MY LIFE

WITH GIRLS LIKE HER NOW WHO COULD EVER WANT A PERFECT

WIFE….WITH EVERYDAY SO DIFFERENT I HAVE TO KEEP A LOG

I GUESS I SHOULD EXPLAIN, SWEETIES REALLY NOT A DOG…HER

DEFININTION AINT… NO DICTIONARY FOG…SHE’S A HOG

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I NEVER WILL FORGET THE NIGHT THAT WE FIRST MET

A MIRICLE IT HAPPENED RIGHT THERE ON MY BED… ON THE

MORNING AFTER, SHE WAS TO SLOW TO LEAVE… A NIGHTMARE

APPEARED FROM AN ALCOHOLIC DREAM… FEELING LIKE GUY

THAT JUST KISSED A FROG… CUZ SHE’ A HOG

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THERE WAS TOO LITTLE BLOOD IN MY ALCOHOLIC

STREAM…YOU’VE HEARD OF BAD JUDGEMENT TAKEN TO

EXTREMES… CALLIN YOU HER FARMER, SHE SAYS COME MILK

HER COWS… PANIC SETS IN, WHICH WAY THE HELL IS OUT…

I’M TRYIN TO CUT THRU ALL THIS DIPLOMATIC SMOG… SHE’S A

HOG

CHORUS

GETTING’ DOWN TO IT, THERE’S ONLY ME TO BLAME, YOU

CAN’T FAULT A PIG, WIN IN COURT..SHE’S INSANE… IF I WAS

ONLY BETTER AT, GET OUT, YOUR GONE, GOOD BYE’S… I

WOULDN’T HAVE TO SEE HER FACE OR RUN FROM THUNDER

THIGHS… SHE’S A HOG

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SHE’LL BLAME IT ON THE TIME OF MONTH, THE WAY THAT SHE

BEHAVES. MY HOUSE IS DIRTY NOW AS A PREHISTORIC CAVE. SHE

THROWS YOU TO THE FLOOR WEARIN NOTHIN BUT HER GUN, SHE

SAW IN YOUR EYES YOU WERE JUST ABOUT TO RUN… YOUR

FEELIN LIKE A BUG THAT WAS CRUSHED BY A LOG… CUZ SHE’S A HOG

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WHY WAS I SO FRISKY, YUV SEEN HOW DOGS CAN ACT… MY MIND

WAS FRIED SHE WAS PURRING RIGHT THERE ON MY LAP…

CALIFORNIA HOTEL EXITS DON’T MEAN OUT… THAT”S THE PERFECT

METAPHORE WHAT THIS THANG IS ALL ABOUT… MY LIFE IS IN THE

TOILET STINKIN LIKE A CLOG… SHE A HOG

CHORUS

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TO SHAVE HER LEGS IT TAKES THE MOWER FROM THE YARD

THE FORREST IT’S SAFE RIGHT THERE UNDERNEATH HER ARM

YOU GET TO CLOSE IT’S STINKIN LIKE A SMELLY FARM

WITH MANURE FERTILIZER IN THE BIGGEST SHITTY BARN

THE BUTCHER DOWN THE BLOCK HE WANTS TO CAUSE HER HARM

SHE’S A HOG

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THAT TIME SHE DID THE DISHES SHE USED THE TOILET BRUSH

IT WASN’T ALL TO BAD SHE’S ONLY USED IT ONCE

WITH IN A QUARTER MILE YOU HAVE TO PLUG YOUR NOSE

SHE ONLY WASHED ONCE …. AND WITH A GARDEN HOSE

SHE’S OTTA WEAR A LABLE … BEWARE OF TOXIC SMOG

SHE’S A HOG

CHORUS

I’M QUICKSAND SINKIN IN A LOUSIANNA BOG…

SHE’S A HOG

SHE”S A HOG

SHE’S A HOG

Jeff Ridler (BMI)