My Baby Bought Me the Good Stuff

My Baby Bought Me the Good Stuff

You went out this morning

To care for your dear ol’ Mom.

You must have made a pit stop

On your way home.

Unloading the SUV

You handed me a brown paper sack

Said “I got you a little present

If you don’t like it I can take it back”.

I been drinking such mediocre hootch

And it taste just like shit

I been craving the good stuff

And darling, this is it.

What can I bring you back

From the orient?

What can I get you from the farm?

What little favor can I do for you?

I’d give you my blood

Or my left arm!

You take me back

To a time when life was sweet

Swimming naked

In the Middle Earth pool

A time when I was happy

Being a big ol’ fool.

You’ve got no problem

With my foul mouth

You put up with my moods

And my forays to the south

You’re the real goods

You’re the sweet smell

Of dry clothes on the line

And cut grass

In the summer time.

You’re the real deal

I never bargained for.

You’re the happy ending

The big surprise.

The smile.

The fortune cookie

That comes true.

You’re the good stuff.

That’s you.