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Well, well, well, well You 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 mine Every time my little girl started loving She bring eyesight to the blind Lord, 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 walks Every time she started 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, "Lord, ain't she pretty?" And the whole state knows she's fine And every, every, every time she started loving She bring eyesight to the blind What a woman I got here Lean on me baby, lean on me Yes, I declare she pretty And the whole state knows she's fine Man, I declare she pretty Lord, Lord, Lord, I declare she's fine Every, every, every, every time she started loving She bring eyesight to the blind