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