Memo to my wife

Memo to My Wife
You're so sweet you know
Like sand under my feet you know
There's no place that I'd rather go
Than the road down to your street
I know that old road down to your street

You're so nice you know
I love to put rice in your hair you know
I find each grain and I eat it slow
You tell the people that you meet
I dare you tell the people that you meet

All around us people have got spring fever
New bodies everywhere new hands to pull the lever
Video lovers and steel guitars
Even take the glass from the cookie jar
Saying, “Johnny won't you come around and drive my car
There's no mortgage on my heart”
Oh yeh oh yeh

You're so fine you know
Must be your zodiac sign you know
The stars are out they're all on show
When I slide between your sheets
Hallelujah when I slide between your sheets

You're so wild you know
Some Aphrodite's child you know
How I survive I just don't know
From your head down to your feet
Lord help me from your head down to your feet

I just can't get enough of your sweet loving
One of those twists of fate you hear of now and then
Video lovers and steel guitars
Last tango in Paris in a stranger's car
But I'd rather stay at home and eat my caviar
You've got a mortgage on my heart
Oh yeh oh yeh

You're so sweet you know
You're so nice you know
You're so fine you know
You're so wild you know
From your head down to your feet
You tell the people that you meet
I hope you think I'm kind of sweet
I know that road down to your street
It's a wide open highway
It's a road that I know like the back of my hand
I don't need no sideway no sneaky old byway
To prove I'm a man
It's a road that I travel whenever I can
When I get the blues
When I need a friend