AIN'T NO MAN

Angaleena Presley (Mushroom Music)

She’s smooth as a gravel on a roadside creek bank
Sweet as a flower on a knotty pine casket
She’s hot as the fire on the end of a cigarette
Rich as a church’s wednesday night basket
And there ain’t no man
Who can get his head around it

She’s sharp as the blade on a mountain man’s knife
Sour as an apple in a homemade pie
Mean as a snake in a small town zoo
Ain’t nobody that could ever get to
Her heart

She’s bright as the moon on a hung over morning
Clean as the mouth of a well fare baby
She’s slick as the leather on a cowgirl’s holster
Quick as the tongue on a johnny come lately
And there ain’t no man
Ever gonna win that lady

She’s pure as the water in a golf course pond
Safe as a tiger with a fifty dollar bond
She’s deep as the soul of a worn out shoe
Ain’t nobody that could fall into
her arms

Proud as a loser in a locker room
Sober as a drink of homemade wine
Sturdy as a trailer in a hurricane
Sweet as the smell of turpentine

She’s real as a movie with a happy ending
Fickle as a bulb on a dashboard light
She’s pretty as snow on easter sunday
Silly as a girl who can’t make up her mind
And there ain’t no man
Who can look her in the eye

She’s sad as the smile on a birthday clown
Busy as a saddle in a one horse town
Straight as a picture on a blind man’s wall
Ain’t nobody that could make her fall
Apart