She’s a (C)yel low pair of run nin’ shoes, a hole y pair of jeans.

She looks (Am)great in cheap sun glass es, she looks great in an y thing.

She’s I (F)want a piece of choc ’late, take me to a mov ie, she’s I can’t (G)find a thing to (Am)wear, (G)now and then she’s mood y.

She’s a (C)Sat urn with a sun roof, with her brown hair blow in’.

She’s a (Am)soft place to land and a good feel in’ know in’ she’s a (F)warm con ver sa tion that I would n’t miss for noth in’.

She’s a (G)fight er when she’s (Am)mad and she’s a lov er when she’s lov in’.

And she’s

ev ’ry thing I (G)ev er want ed, and ev ’ry (G)thing I need.

I talk a bout her, I go (G)on and on and on,

’cause (G)she’s

ev ’ry thing

to me.

She’s a (C)Sat ur day out on the town and a church girl on Sun day.

She’s a (Am)cross a round her neck and a cuss word ’cause it’s Mon day.

She’s a (F)bub ble bath and can dles, ba by, come and kiss me.

She’s a (G)one glass of (Am)wine and she’s feel in’ kind a tip sy.

She’s the (C)giv er I wish I could be and the steal er of the cov ers.

She’s the (Am)pic ture in my wal let and my un born chil dren’s moth er.

She’s the (F)hand that I’m hold in’ when I’m on my knees and pray in’.

She’s the (G)an swer to my (Am)prayer and she’s the song that I’m play in’.

And she’s

She’s the (C)voice I love to hear and some day when I’m (G)nine ty, she’s that (Am)wood en rock in’ chair I want rock in’ right be side me.

(F)Ev ’ry day that pass es I on ly love her more.

Yeah, she’s the one that I’d lay down my own life for.

And she’s

ev ’ry thing I (G)ev er want ed, and ev ’ry (G)thing I need.

And she’s ev ’ry thing

to me.

Yes, she’s ev ’ry thing

to me.

Ev ry thing I (G)ev er want ed

and ev ’ry thing I need.

And she’s ev ’ry thing

to me.