Trophy Wife
Trophy Wife
I hold her on a pedestal
For everyone to see
Telling everyone
Look who married me
Ain't she such a beauty
Check out them there legs
She's so darn good lookin
She'd make a grown man beg
How did I get her
I'm just a simple guy
I'm so proud of her
My little trophy wife
She is such a looker
One glance you will see
All the guys are jealous
Because she married me
I like to show her off
And walk on down the street
The guys just stop to gawk
She thinks that's kind of sweet
She's such a sweet young thang
She brightens up my life
Life is very special
With my trophy wife
So all you guys who stare
Remember this one thing
It was me she married
She wears my wedding ring
You may think I'm lucky
And life for me is grand
But she will tell you that
I'm her Trophy husband
Copyright ©2007 Marvin H Lane
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