I like it    I don't like it

She's young and soft and kind

And she deserves a who-ole lot be-etter

Than a guitar pickin' drifter

Who never ga-a-ave a damn

And if loving me is all she ever wants

I'm gonna le-et her

And I'll try to be the ki-ind of ma-a-an

She thinks I-I am

She makes those little kitten sou-ou-ounds

And trembles when I-I lo-ove her

She makes me feel so bi-ig and stro-ong and mea-hean

She whispers how she cannot wai-ai-ait

To be my baby-y's mo-other

She's the only glimpse of God I've ever seen

Her mama should have war-arned her

Never take up wi-ith a po-oet

For poet's trave-el rocky roa-oa-oads

In search of tru-uth in life

I'm the only blemish on her virgin soul

But she don't know-ow it

And I thank the Lord she's lyin' gentle

By my si-ide to-night....