Song Description

A man recounts the eccentricities of his beloved wife.

Lyrics

Black Tie Cookout


Come down out of this tree
Cuz I ain't got the energy
To chase you till you feel better
About burnin' a hole in my leather

Baby you just don't add up
Drink beer from a coffee cup
Take baths with the shower running
And you half believe that Santa's coming

(chorus)
You're a black tie cookout
You're expensive takeout
You're blue jeans and high heels
When the ends finally you're still a mystery
But I know just what to feel
Baby you're for real

You still ain't much of a cook
Never cleaned up your dirty looks
But you raised our kids with love
Taught 'em the value of the human touch

I never heard you complain
Wish I could say the same
Even when we got married
In a dress you had to borrow from your cousin Mary

(chorus)
You're a black tie cookout
You're expensive takeout
You're blue jeans and high heels
When the ends finally you're still a mystery
But I know just what to feel
Baby you're for real

(bridge)
And I got a love
I got a love sweet as she is tough
And I've got a friend
A friend till the end

Baby you're about half in tune
When on an angel's broom (?????)
You fly away but don't go far
And you always end up, back in my arms

(chorus)
You're a black tie cookout
You're expensive takeout
You're blue jeans and high heels
When the ends finally you're still a mystery
But I know just what to feel

You're a black tie cookout
You're expensive takeout
You're blue jeans and high heels
When the ends finally you're still a mystery
But I know just what to feel

Baby you're for real