Oh Shucks

I’m staring down at my whiskey now, oh shucks.
Crying in the grass and making bad sense, uh huh.
No one ever sees me cry.
She is my real tough guy
And she never told me why,
But I know
Because I knew it all when I looked into that creature’s eyes
She’s a bull dyke and she makes me come to life each time.
Oh, she is such a real tough guy,
But I try to treat her great
And no one ever hears me cry.
You’re a special person that way.
You’re a scumbag and i’m sad about that, oh shucks.
That’s the way I like it
Takes me want to shout
And she really drove me south
I let her live at my house
I’ll just figure it out