Popping the Question

I’ve got no money; you know that it’s true

But I’d give it all to be with you

You could say I’ve got no car

But you know I’d drive that far

I’m too fat to get on a bus

But I’m big enough for the both of us

You claim that my cooking has no taste

But I can work miracles with wallpaper paste

I might be a loser who ain’t got a job

But worse things exist than an unemployed slob

So what if I tend to swear like a sailor

I’ve got lots of room in my doublewide trailer

So if what I’m asking’s not as plain as can be