Ain't No Man Lyrics - American Middle Class - Angaleena Presley

She's smooth as the gravel on a roadside creek bank 

Sweet as the flower on a knotty pine casket 

She's hot as the fire on the end of a cigarette 

Rich as a church's Wednesday night basket 

And there ain't no man who can get his head around it 

She's sharp as the blade of a mountain man's knife 

Sour as an apple in a homemade pie 

Mean as a snake in a small town zoo 

Ain't nobody that could ever get to her heart 

She's bright as the moon on a hungover morning 

Clean as the mouth on a welfare baby 

She's slick as the leather on a cowgirl's holster 

Quick as the tongue on a Johnny-come-lately 

And there ain't no man ever gonna win that lady 

She's pure as the water in a golf course pond 

Safe as a tiger with a fifty dollar bond 

Deep as the sole of a worn-out shoe 

Ain't nobody that could fall into her arms 

Proud as a loser in a locker room 

Sober as a drink of homemade wine 

Sturdy as a trailer in a hurricane 

Sweet as the smell of turpentine 

She's real as a movie with a happy ending 

Fickle as a bulb on a dashboard light 

Pretty as snow on Easter Sunday 

Silly as a girl who can't make up her mind 

And there ain't no man who can look her in the eye 

She's sad as a smile on a birthday clown 

Busy as a saddle in a one-horse town 

Straight as a picture on a blind man's wall 

Ain't nobody that could make her fall apart