9 — She's got nine fancy pillows on our bed
And we've got towels she won't let anyone get wet
No, I don't get her
Cry — She always cries at happy endings on TV
She even cries at some commercials in between
No, I don't get her
She's about as clear to me as a mystery
She's got a closet full of nothing to wear
So many shoes she needs another pair
When she gets to talkin',
Lord, you just can't stop her
She's everything I didn't know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But thank God I got her
Fine — When she says that she's just fine
That's when she's not
And she's still right
When we both know she's dead wrong
No, I don't get her
But I smile cause I can see
forever in those big brown eyes
You know she could've had 1,000,000 other guys
Somehow I got her
She's got a closet full of nothing to wear
So many shoes she needs another pair
When she gets to talkin',
Lord, you just can't stop her
She's everything I didn't know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But thank God I got her
Even when I don't understand
Thank God I got her
I know she's making me a better man
She's got a way of changing everything
with just her touch and just her kiss
And I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost her
She's everything I didn't know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But you know I want her
I might not get her
But thank God I got her
But thank God I got her
9—She's got nine fancy pillows on our bed
But thank God I got her
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Lyrics submitted by Samantha.