Can't you see that we might belong
Yes, you just might be wrong
We may not fit your perfect mold
But what good did it do to be told

You could surely find just the one
Yeah, a sweet country gal for your son
needing only to please others in life
Isn't that what you'd call the perfect wife

You see, your son and I sing a different tune
We like to play all night, make love till noon
You miss the point on what is good
How can our love be so misunderstood

I don't understand why you feel
our perfect hand was a misdeal
Your son is happy, that's the bottom line
Yeah, he says he'll always be mine

It's a shame, ya know we all miss out
cause being family is what it's all about
We'll still stop by, say hello
and find a reason we need to go

Try saying once that we belong
Love so real just can't be wrong
We may not fit your perfect mold
Some things are really better not told

We belong - Come on say it - We belong um huh