Mac Davis
You're My Bestest Friend
Well, who wipes me off when I get gravy on my shirt
And who knows exactly where to kiss me when I hurt
And who'd make love with me on satin sheets or in the dirt
You, babe...you're my bestest friend

Who takes me home when I get to drunk to dance
And who bravely puts up with my uncles and my aunts
And who discreetly whispers I forgot to zip my pants
You, babe...you're my bestest friend

And who comes down and bails me out when I get in a jam
And helps me tell the police where I live and who I am
And who pats my back when no one else could give a damn
You, babe...you're my bestest friend

Who can be as gentle as a sparrow in my hand
Meaner than a junk yard dog when she's fightin' for her man
And who's the only one I'll ever love or understand
You, babe...you're my bestest friend

Talkin' 'bout you babe...
You're my bestest friend
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