I didn't buy you roses
or a heart-shaped box of candy.
I’m no great romantic,
at household chores, not handy.
Not a classy dresser,
nor a connoisseur of wine,
not in the least artistic,
not elegant and fine.
I never thought I’d win you.
Never thought I’d have a chance
‘cause I sure wasn’t clever,
and I couldn’t even dance.
But, in spite of my shortcomings,
this old cowboy’s here to say
that I just love you more and more
with every passing day.
And, though it’s been so many years
since cupid shot that dart,
I’m still remaining faithful,
and you’re still my sweetheart.
