She's Just Like That

She likes daisies over diamonds

You ought to see her face when I bring them home

She spends most her morning talking to Jesus

And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song

Yeah, she makes me sing along

She's just like that, that's just how she is

She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire

She's pure as rain on Sunday

And for me, well, she'd walk through hell and back

She's just like that

She don't complain about too much

But ain't afraid to stop me when I'm in the wrong

Putting up with me ain't always easy

How that woman does it, heaven only knows

'Cause hell, I sure don't

She's just like that, that's just how she is

She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire

She's pure as rain on Sunday

And for me, she'd walk through hell and back

She's just like that

She's just like that, that's just how she is

She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire

She's pure as rain on a Sunday

And for me, she'd walk through hell and back

She's just like that, she's just like that