| My Womans Good To Me |
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| Your lips are warm and close to mine I know they taste like warm red wine |
| And if I’d let myself go I know I fall |
| But someone’s waiting all alone by an lonely telephone |
| And though I’d love to stay I know I fall |
| Cause I can’t forget her no I can’t forget her my woman’s good to me Her eyes are not as blue as yours her lips are not as soft as your |
| And I’d kiss you she’d prob’ly never know |
| And though tomorrow brings the sun I’ll have to live with what I done |
| And though I’d love to stay I’d never go Cause I can’t forget her no I can’t forget her my woman’s good to me My woman’s good to me |
