Good Ole Boo

If she was a drink, she'd be a single-barreled bourbon on ice. She'd move with a kick, a chill, and a burn all at the same time. Her Sunday morning run meets a high speed chase, she's not just a song but the whole mixed tape. Very complicated that's the way God made her, sunshine mix with a little Hurricane. She destroys me in that chef hat, and I love her so much it hurts. I never meant to fall like this, she doesn't rain she just pours, that dog right there, she's the perfect storm. I know how to make her run,  or play, or mad at me. But that's OK there ain't no one more beautiful angry. She's the dog of a lifetime, a guy like me spends his whole life looking for. That dog right there destroys me in that chef hat!