Legs Like Tree Trunks

My girl’s got legs like tree trunks
«All the better to pedal with,» she says
I do the dishes every night
She does them over again in the mornin'
She tells me when to throw away my underwear
And that I’m goin' somewhere
Even after lame gigs when I could swear
That no one even cared that I was up there
She says, «I know it’s hard to see
But it’s not as hard as knowing who you need to be»
And I know you must believe
Cause if you don’t believe
Then where would that leave me?
Where would that leave me?
She said that she would never be my bride
And, tax deductions aside
I would make a pretty pointless husband, yeah
And I would never buy her a diamond ring
Cause all a diamond ring would mean
Is that I spent a few months hangin' drywall
And blew all the cash on some shiny thing, no
Let’s stay unemployed and go backpacking
I love her like iced cream, or iced tea
Or anything these days; it’s hot
For the way she doesn’t let me get away
With all the ways I try and swear I’m not
And I believe the way you look determines what you’ll find
So baby won’t you try to keep that in mind
When you’re looking at me
Because I know I’m hard to see
When I’m caught up tryna be
Where I think I oughta be
But I know you must believe
Cause if you don’t believe
Then where would that leave me?
Where would that leave me?
Where would that leave, leave, leave
Where would that leave me?