Well, well, well, wellYou were talkin' 'bout your woman
I wish to God that you could see mine
You were talkin' 'bout your woman
I wish to God, man you sure could see mineEvery time my little girl started loving
She bring eyesight to the blindLord, her daddy must have been a millionaire
'Cause I can tell by the way she walks
Her daddy must have been a millionaire
'Cause I can tell by the way she walksEvery time she started loving
The deaf and dumb begin to talk
Yeah, you know what they sayI 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, "Lord, ain't she pretty?"
And the whole state knows she's fineAnd every, every, every time she started loving
She bring eyesight to the blindWhat a woman I got here
Lean on me baby, lean on meYes, I declare she pretty
And the whole state knows she's fine
Man, I declare she pretty
Lord, Lord, Lord, I declare she's fineEvery, every, every, every time she started loving
She bring eyesight to the blind