She Treats Her Body Like A Temple-Confederate Railroad

She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat Always passes on the butter pats She's regimented, resolute Looks dang good in her birthday suit She wishes I would walk the line But most the time I don't She treats her body like a temple And I treat mine like a honky tonk I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes And hang out with the band The only exercise I get Is curling 12 ounce cans Her motto is, 'Just do' And mine's, 'Do what you want' She treats her body like a temple Hey, I treat mine like a honky tonk She never goes no where till she does her hair And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear Me, I'm out there on the town In day old Bermuda's with the zipper down She smells like a field of flowers And I smell like a swamp She treats her body like a temple And I treat mine like a honky tonk I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes And hang out with the band The only exercise I get Is curling 12 ounce cans Her motto is, 'Just do' Mine's, 'Do what you want' She treats her body like a temple And I treat mine like a honky tonk Her motto is, 'Just do' Mine's, 'Do what you want' She treats her body like a temple I treat mine like a honky tonk She treats her body like a temple I treat mine like a honky tonk Aw boys, don't quit on me now