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 honey... that’choo could see mine
Every time that 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 bathroom 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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