He works every day except Sunday
Fixes dinner every night
Does the school run every mornin'
Makes love by candlelight
Keeps his bible by his bedside
And he treats her right
She could do better than him
See that house they livin' in
He built that with his own hands
Friday night he plays lead guitar
In the golden oldies band
Dresses up as Santa every Christmas
Down at the children's home
She could do better than him
I ain't ever known a woman
That's as beautiful as she
And each day my heart is broken
When she blows her friendly kisses at me
Every night I think of her
When I'm lyin' all alone
And I lose myself in dreamin'
Of me and her in our happy home
One night I told him that I loved her
He offered me his hand
Put his arm around my shoulder
Said, "man do I ever understand
You know it's only right,
To love an angel"
Hell... she could do better than him
Music and Lyrics by Matthew Strachan
© 2004, 2011 Mary James Music Publishing Ltd (MCPS/PRS)
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Lyrics submitted by Erin Blakemore.