To Ugly for Prom to Fine Not to Marry Lyrics

Back in high school, I was a sight to see,

A body so fine and hair wild and free.

Had a face only a Mama could love,

And a dance move that screamed, No talent to speak of.

She never ask me to the big dance,

But little did she know, one day I'd get a chance.

I was too ugly for prom, to fine not to marry,

She saw past the belly and that mullet I used to carry.

She said, You ain't a looker, but you're my kind of guy,

And now I've got a woman who's sweeter than pie.

Fast forward some years, and look who's got the ring,

This goofy ol' face is her favorite thing.

I traded my parachute pants for some jeans,

Turns out true love's in the in betweens.

She laughs at my jokes, says I clean up okay,

Even though my school pictures still scare kids away.

I was too ugly for prom, to fine not to marry,

She saw past the belly and that mullet I used to carry.

She said, You ain't a looker, but you're my kind of guy,

And now I've got a woman who's sweeter than pie.

Now she teases me, says, I must've been blind,

But she smiles when I say, Good love takes time

No mirror's required when her eyes meet mine,

Cause she sees her man like a vintage fine wine.

She saw gold in this mud, and I'm thankful every day,

For a heart like hers that loves in its own way.

She says, You ain't perfect, but you're perfect for me,

And that's all the proof I'll ever need to see.

I was too ugly for prom, to fine not to marry,

She saw past the belly and that mullet I used to carry.

She said, You ain't a looker, but you're my kind of guy,

And now I've got a woman who's sweeter than pie.

So here's to the woman who took a big chance,

On the guy who never got his prom night dance.

She's my queen, and I'm her funny ol' king,

Turns out true love ain't about the bling.

I was too ugly for prom, to fine not to marry,

I'm her forever man, that's too large to carry

I was too ugly for prom, to fine not to marry,

She saw past the belly and that mullet I used to carry.

She said, You ain't no looker, but you're my kind of guy,

And now I've got a woman who's sweeter than pie.

It only took 25 years to figure it out,

Took her that long to remove any doubt

I've been right here, but she's a little slow,

L.ove's like slow-cooked BBQ it takes time ya know

25 years to finally see the light,

Now I'm her big catch, and she's still my delight.

Better late than never,

She finally got it right?

At least she didn't trade me for a prom date tonight