| You been talkin' about your woman
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| I sure wish that you cold see mine
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| You been talkin' about your woman
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| I sure wish that you cold see mine
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| Every time the little girl start to lovin'
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| She bring eyesight to the blind
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| Her daddy must have been a millionaire
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| Cause I can tell by the way she walk
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| Her daddy must have been a millionaire
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| Cause I can tell by the way she walk
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| Every time she start to lovin'
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| The deaf and dumb begin to talk
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| All right
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| I remember one Friday morning
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| The little girl was makin' up her bed
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| Man in the next room was dyin'
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| Stopped down and held up his head
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| He said Man, ain’t she pretty
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| And the whole state know she’s fine
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| Every time she start to lovin'
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| She bring eyesight to the blind
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| Let’s go now |