She Treats Her Body Like A Temple

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 [Chorus] 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 it" An' 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 [Chorus] Her motto is: "Just do it" An' 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, huh --- She Treats Her Body Like a Temple - Confederate Railroad