She likes daisies over diamonds You ought to see her face when I bring them home She spends most her morning talking to Jesus And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song Yeah, she makes me sing along She's just like that, that's just how she is She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire She's pure as rain on Sunday And for me, well, she'd walk through hell and back She's just like that She don't complain about too much But ain't afraid to stop me when I'm in the wrong Putting up with me ain't always easy How that woman does it, heaven only knows 'Cause hell, I sure don't She's just like that, that's just how she is She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire She's pure as rain on Sunday And for me, she'd walk through hell and back She's just like that She's just like that, that's just how she is She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy, she's a ball of fire She's pure as rain on a Sunday And for me, she'd walk through hell and back She's just like that, she's just like that