You were talkin' about your woman
I wish to God that you could see mine
You were talkin' about your woman
I wish to God honey... that you could see mine
Every time that little girl start to loving... she brings eyesight to the blind
Lord... her daddy must have been a millionaire...'cause I can tell by the way she walk
Her daddy must have 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 pretty... and the whole state knows she's 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
