[Verse 1] She loves a crowd of people, I’d rather it be two, Just me and her together with nothing much to do. But when we’re out among ’em, we’ve got a little plan, She keeps an eye on me, and I help her when I can. We’ve got our little call signs, a language all our own, Two fingers and an itch means, “They won’t leave me alone.” She slips right in beside me, says, “I need him for a few,” And when she needs a rescue, she knows I’ll do it too. [Chorus] My better half—you gotta get through her first, She knows my quiet places, knows just where I hurt. She’s got my back, I’ve got hers, We don’t need a speech, we don’t need words. With Jesus in the middle, we know right where we stand, One heart between us, walking hand in hand. You want a piece of me? Better do the math— You gotta get through my better half. [Verse 2] If some guy’s making eyes, she moves right next to me, If some girl looks my way, beside my wife I’ll be. No scene and no debate, no wondering where we stand, Just a wedding ring, a smile, and a reaching hand. She knows when I get quiet, I know when she gets tired, We watch each other’s corners when the room gets wired. Thirty-five years together, still learning as we go, Got a whole conversation only she and I would know. [Chorus] My better half—you gotta get through her first, She knows my quiet places, knows just where I hurt. She’s got my back, I’ve got hers, We don’t need a speech, we don’t need words. With Jesus in the middle, we know right where we stand, One heart between us, walking hand in hand. You want a piece of me? Better do the math— You gotta get through my better half. [Bridge] The Holy Spirit leads us, keeping our hearts in tune, And sometimes help comes from across the room. She’s there to pull me closer, I’m there to see her through, With Jesus at the center of everything we do. [Final Chorus] My better half—you gotta get through her first, And if you come for her, you’ll meet me at my worst. She’s got my back, I’ve got hers, We don’t need a speech, we don’t need words. With Jesus in the middle, we know right where we stand, One heart between us, walking hand in hand. You want a piece of me? Better do the math— You gotta get through my better half.
