You been talkin' about your woman I sure wish that you could see mine You been talkin' about your woman I sure wish that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to lovin' She bring eyesight to the blind.
Her daddy must've been a millionaire 'Cause I can tell by the way she walk Her daddy must've been a millionaire 'Cause I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start to lovin' The deaf an' dumb begin to talk
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I remember one Friday mornin' The little girl was makin' up her bed Man in the next room was dyin' Stopped down an', an' held up his head He said, ‽Man, ain't she pretty?†An' the whole state know she's fine Every time she start to lovin' She bring eyesight to the blind