He'll have another piece of pie
she'll have a double reuben rye
she works hard at eating well
that's why I love her

She's got a couple of pony kegs
her arms are bigger than my legs
and when she holds
me I can't breathe
that's why I love her yeah,
I'm her butter she's my bread
she's like mobile waterbed
and when I get on top of her
I can't touch the mattress
And when her flesh begins to sag
she's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
she's my insulation
I always know where she sat
and when she's on me I get flat
some broken ribs a punctured lung
that's why I love her
She's my phillie, I'm her stud
her bean is bigger than my pud
it's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
that's why I love her