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