Natural 20

My woman she likes to tug on my beard
 She says it helps keep a handle on me
 And I can see that
 As long as she's gentle
 I am a delicate thing
 I only like the rough & tumble
 When it's time to come & level up for the occasion
 And so I'd say
 That when I need some direction
 My woman, she can tug on my beard
 And I say to myself
 "How'd I get so lucky?"
 And my friends they all say
 "Man, how'd you get so lucky?"
 Well with Life I kissed the dice
 And I rolled a natural 20
 My woman she likes to drive
 My woman she likes the sci fi
 My woman drove us round 695 & down 29
 To see Star Wars eight or nine times
 But my woman she's got her rage
 She's got opinions on lanes & Rey & orcs
 We blasted past soccer moms & swerving husbands
 And we were screaming
 "That's not how the Force works!!!"
 And I say to myself
 "How'd I get so lucky?"
 And my friends they all say
 "Man, how'd you get so lucky?"
 Well with Life I kissed the dice
 And I rolled a natural 20
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 My woman she's independent
 Kind of worried about singing "my woman" when she finally hears this
 She's either gonna love it or she's gonna hate it
 And if she hates it, no-one else will
 Ever, ever, ever ever ever hear this
 Maybe if I gave her a solo?
 Not one of those pizz parts that she hates but one with her bow?
 (Oh!)
 So by way of preemptive apology
 For accepted song forms with possessive terminology
 Here we go with Kristen Jones on the cello
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 My woman she just likes board games
 No RPGs no PC games no TV sports no psychodrama well
 Scrabble yes, Paranoia no, she don't even care about Fallout Four
 She just don't play those games
 And I say to myself
 "How'd I get so lucky?"
 And my friends they all say
 "Man, how'd you get so lucky?"
 Well with Life I kissed the dice
 And I rolled a natural 20
 I rolled a natural 20