High Side Low Side

In the spring when you bloom
May I be your dearest Groom
Oh Courtney your gorgeous brown hair
Long like the cuts from the goat sheers
Your toes glisten in the wind
Begging me to kiss them
I see your eclectic neck
Stretching like a birds peck
and your eyebrows like fine rich dew
refraining me from my history as a Jew
I love the slippers you wear
Made from the wool of a steer
You and I can forever bask in the sun
Forever sitting there chewing our gum
And as the raindrops fall from the sky
Washing the mascara from your eyes
the epic beauty full of fish
With this ring make a wish
So Courtney knows and she knows well
That her future guy is really swell
Hes a cutie in suspenders
painting fences and playing Fenders
I knew Courtney was the one
My father called to me son of a gun
and although I cherish every moment with her
Those without her are but lost forever