Lyrics My Man (Mon Homme) - Diana Ross

My Man (Mon Homme)

It calls me a luck but there’s one thing I’ve got
It’s my man
Cold and wet, tired you bet, but all that I soon forget
With my man
He’s not much for looks and no hero out of books
He’s my man
Two or three girls has he that he likes as well as me
But I love him
I don’t know why I should, he ain’t good
He isn’t true, he beats me too, what can I do
Oh my man I love him so
He’ll never know all my life is just despair
But I don’t care
When he takes me in his arms, the world is bright
Alright
What’s the difference if I say
I’ll go away
When I know I’ll come back on my knees someday
For whatever my man is, I am his forever
And ever, evermore