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You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see mine |
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You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine |
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Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind |
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Lord, her daddy must been a millionaire, 'cause I can tell by the way she walk |
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Her daddy must been a millionaire, because I can tell by the way she walk |
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Every time she start to loving, the deaf and dumb begin to talk |
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I remember one Friday morning, we was lying down across the bed |
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Man in the next room a-dying, stopped dying and lift up his head, and said, |
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"Lord, ain't she pretty, and the whole state know she fine!" |
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Every time she start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind |
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(Spoken: All right and all right, now. Lay it on me, lay it on me, lay it on me |
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Oh lordy, what a woman, what a woman!) |
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Yes, I declare she's pretty and the whole state knows she's fine |
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Man, I declare she's pretty, God knows I declare she's fine |
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Every time she starts to loving, whoo, she brings eyesight to the blind |
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(I've got to get out of here, now, let's go, let's go, let's go now) |
