Cant concentrate on the preacher preaching
My attention span done turned off
Im honed in on that angel singing up there in the choir loft
Shes got her daddys money, her mommys good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination, a college education
Add it all up its a deadly combination
Shes a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green
Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks
And look whos looking at me

Her second cousin was my third grade teacher
I used to cut her grandmas grass
Back then she was nothing but knees and elbows
Golly did she grow up fast
Shes got her daddys money, her mommys good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination, a college education
Add it all up its a deadly combination
Shes a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green
Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks
And look whos looking at me

Lord if you got any miracles handy
Maybe you could grant me one
Just let me walk down the isle and say I do
To that angel with the choir robe on
Shes got her daddys money, her mommys good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination, a college education
Add it all up its a deadly combination
Shes a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green
Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks
And look whos looking at me
Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks
And shes looking at