So she can't go out tonight again Her sister's sick, she's gotta babysit
Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good excuse Now, you didn't hear any of this from me
But things aren't always what they seem Brace yourself, this may come as a shock to you
Girls, my two, we don't care how much money you make And what you drive or what you wear
Size don't matter anyway
Girls, my two, don't think you're the only ones Who bend and break and stretch, it's all we learn from you
Girls, my two
We can't wait to hear about your round of golf Love to see deer heads hangin' on the wall
And we like hooters for their hot wings too
Other guys never cross our minds We don't wonder what it might be like
How could it be any better than it is with you?
Girls, my two, we don't care how much money you make And what you drive or what you wear
Size don't matter anyway
Girls, my two, don't think you're the only ones Who bend and break and stretch, it's all we learn from you
Girls, my two
Yeah, girls, my two
We always forgive and forget The cards and flowers you never sent
Will never be brought up again
Girls, my two
Oh, gray sweatpants, turn us on We like your friends and we love your mom
And that's the truth
Girls, my two
Yeah, that's the truth
Girls, my two
Girls, my two
No, we don't care how much hair you have Yeah, that looks good
Comb it over like that