Am G F E
My girl went to the doctor cause her heart had palpitations
Am G F E
He said cut the carbs, or else she'd end up pushing up carnations
Am G F E
She stepped up on the scale and the doctor said, "Oh Lordy"
Am G F E
If you don't drop a few, girl, you won't make it past age forty
E
My girl said, "Hey lookie, on my fancy x-ray chart"
E
Said the doctor, "Holy hell that's one G.D. big ass heart"
Am G F E Am
I'm telling you my friend, my girl's got a big ass heart
Am G F E Am
When she shops for groceries that heart gets its own damn cart
Am G F E F
That big ass heart can pump two tons of love through her chest
F G Am
And then sit down and win a lovin' pie-eating contest
Am G F E Am
I love that big ass heart so much I think it isn't fair
Am G F E Am
Like how your heart won't pay me back for breaking all my chairs
Am G F E
So sick with love I think I'm coming down with rickets
F G Am G F E
When that big ass heart flies coach it has to pay for two plane tickets
E Am G
Oh, that big ass heart
F E Am
Oh, that big ass heart