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Well, well, well, well |
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You were talkin' 'bout your woman |
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I wish to |
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God that you could see mine |
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You were talkin' 'bout your woman |
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I wish to |
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God, man you sure could see mine |
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Every time my little girl started loving |
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She bring eyesight to the blind |
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Lord, her daddy must have been a millionaire' |
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Cause I can tell by the way she walks |
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Her daddy must have been a millionaire' |
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Cause I can tell by the way she walks |
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Every time she started loving |
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The deaf and dumb begin to talk |
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Yeah, you know what they say |
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I remember one |
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Friday morning |
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We was lying down across your bed |
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Man in the bathroom was dying |
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Eyes were sad and |
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I stroked his head |
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And I said, "Lord, ain't she pretty?" |
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And the whole state knows she's fine |
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And every, every, every time she started loving |
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She bring eyesight to the blind |
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What a woman |
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I got here |
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Lean on me baby, lean on me |
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Yes, I declare she pretty |
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And the whole state knows she's fine |
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Man, I declare she pretty |
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Lord, Lord, |
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Lord, I declare she's fine |
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Every, every, every, every time she started loving |
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She bring eyesight to the blind |