Nine, she's got nine fancy pillows on our bed And we've got towels she won't let anyone get wet No, I don't get her Cry, she always cries at happy endings on TV She even cries at some commercials in between No, I don't get her She's about as clear to me as a mystery She's got a closet full of nothing to wear So many shoes, she needs another pair And when she gets to talking, Lord, you just can't stop her She's everything I needed, no, I needed the perfect fit The mystery, so I might not get her But thank God I got her Fine, when she says that she's just fine It's when she's not, and she's still right And we both know that she's dead No, no, I don't get her But I smile Cause I can see forever in those big brown eyes You know she could've had a million other guys But somehow I got her She's got a closet full of nothing to wear So many shoes, she needs another pair And when she gets to talking, Lord, you just can't stop her She's everything I needed, no, I needed the perfect fit The mystery, so I might not get her But thank God I got her Even when I don't understand I know she's making me a better man She's got a way of changing everything Just her touch and just her kiss And I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost her She's everything I needed, no, I needed the perfect fit The mystery, so I might not get her But you know I want her I might not get her Thank God I got her Thank God I got her Nine Yeah, she's got nine fancy pillows on our bed But thank God I got her Thank God I got her