She Treats Her Body Like A Temple Lyrics - 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