Song Description

The song describes one of those relationships where there is always fighting, but where the couple clearly is in love and takes their differences in stride with a laugh. It's a driving rock-country groove with a male vocal.

Lyrics

Slouching in a church pew dozing through the sermon
The preacher's talkin' 'bout me, near as I can determine
She pokes a pointy elbow into my side
That girl's got a mean streak about a country mile wide

We're always on time for our Friday night fight
Don't know why she can't see that I'm always right
She presses all my buttons right on cue
Those who think they know everything annoy those of us who really do

We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell
We're gonna go twelve rounds 'til the final bell
No one else goes head to head so well
We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell

We're so much alike that it's kind of scary
I've got a quick temper and she's quite contrary
We're matched pretty even and we're always at odds
We act like each of us is fighting a holy jihad

We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell
We're gonna go twelve rounds 'til the final bell
No one else goes head to head so well
We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell

If it ain't one thing it's two things
Sometimes it's enough to make you laugh
I'm her nightmare in shining armor
And she's my bitter half

There she goes again with her snide remarks
Living with her is like swimming with sharks
She's threatening me with a high-heeled shoe
She's really kinda cute when she describes the mean things she's gonna do

We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell
We're gonna go twelve rounds 'til the final bell
No one else goes head to head so well
We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell

We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell
We're gonna go twelve rounds 'til the final bell
No one else goes head to head so well
We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell

We're a match made in heaven and she's giving me hell