Well, well, well, well

You were talking about your woman.
I wish to god that you could see mine.
You were talking about your woman.
I wish to god, man, that you could see mine.
Every time my little girl start to lovin',
She bring eyesight to the blind.

Lord, her daddy must have been a millionaire, cause I could tell by the way she walked.
Her daddy must have been a millionaire, cause I could tell by the way she walked.
Every time she start to lovin',
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 pretty, and the whole state knows she's fine.
And every, every, every time she start to lovin', she bring eyesight to the blind

What a woman I got here.
Lean on me baby, lean on me.

Yes, I declare she's pretty, and the whole state knows she's fine.
Man, I declare she's pretty, lordy, lordy, I declare she's fine.

Every, every, every, every time she starts to lovin', she bring eyesight to the blind.

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