Well well well well...
You were talkin' bout'chor woman I wish to God that'choo could see mine You were talkin' bout'chor woman I wish to God man... that'choo could see mine Every time my little girl start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind
Lord... her daddy musta been a millionaire... 'cause I can tell by the way she walk Her daddy musta been a millionaire... 'cause I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start loving... the deaf and dumb begin to talk Yeah... you know what they say
I remember one Friday morning We was lying down across your bed Man in the back room was dying... eyes were sad... and I stroked his head And I said... Lordy... ain't she pertty... and the whole state knows shes fine... yeah
And every every every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind
What a woman I got here Lean on me baby... lean on me Oh...
Yes... I declare she pretty and the whole state knows she's fine Man... I declare she pretty... Lordy Lordy I declare she's fine Every every every every time she starts to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind
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