Jesse Lacey and his wife, Andrea Lacey, cover In Spite of Ourselves (originally by John Prine).
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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 and 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.
He's my baby and I'm his honey.
Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow.
Against all odds,
Honey, we're the big door prize.
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny.
Convict movies make her horny.
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs.
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs.
She takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.
I'm never gonna let her go.
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey.
He's a whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie.
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon.
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon.
He's my baby, I don't mean maybe.
Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up a sittin' on a rainbow.
Against all odds,
Honey, we're the big door prize.
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
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