She likes daisies over diamonds
You ought to see her face when I bring them home
She spends most her morning talking to Jesus
And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song
Yeah, she makes me sing along

She's just like that, that's just how she is
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire
She's pure as rain on Sunday
And for me, well, she'd walk through hell and back
She's just like that

She don't complain about too much
But ain't afraid to stop me when I'm in the wrong
Putting up with me ain't always easy
How that woman does it, heaven only knows
'Cause hell, I sure don't

She's just like that, that's just how she is
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire
She's pure as rain on Sunday
And for me, she'd walk through hell and back
She's just like that

She's just like that, that's just how she is
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire
She's pure as rain on a Sunday
And for me, she'd walk through hell and back
She's just like that, she's just like that