WHATEVER IT TAKES

(c) 2005 - George Smith


I:
I'm just an old farm-boy,
Raised out in the sticks;
The kind of folks your folks,
Refer to as hicks.

We aren't fancy diners,
We eat what we choose,
But I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby for you...
Yes, I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...

CHORUS:
Whatever it takes,
You're worth every trial,
I live for your laughter,
And love your sweet smile.
Whatever it takes,
You know I will do...
Why... I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...
Yes, I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...

II:
I'd rather have okra,
Or cole slaw or yams;
Or corn-on-the-cob, Girl,
That's just who I am.

But'll use three forks,
Two knives and four spoons,
And I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby for you...
Yes, I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...

CHORUS:
Whatever it takes,
You're worth every trial,
I live for your laughter,
And love your sweet smile.
Whatever it takes,
You know I will do...
Why... I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...
Yes, I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...

BRIDGE:
I've been known to eat crawfish,
I've even had mussels;
And you know I don't care for those
Sprouts grown in Brussels;
But for the queen of my heart, I'll choke
Down a whole plateful,
And, Girl, that's no joke,
I don't mean to be hateful...

CHORUS:
Whatever it takes,
You're worth every bite,
I can't wait to come home,
To you every night...
Whatever it takes,
You know I will do...
Why... I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...
Yes, I'll even eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...

CHORUS:
Whatever it takes,
You're worth every trial,
I live for your laughter,
And love your sweet smile.
Yeah, whatever it takes,
If I have to, I'll chew...
And you know I'll eat Brussel sprouts,
Baby, for you...
I'll even eat Brussel sprouts...
Baby, for you...