| I wonder if you realize
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| How good it is to be loved by a woman
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| A woman you can count on
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| Even when she knows you done her wrong
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| The one who worships you
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| In spite of that old rowdy ground that you used to walk on
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| Who’ll stay awake to give you help
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| And thank the Lord you finally made it home
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| But it’s that woman there behind you
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| The one who makes you who you are
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| She’s not the president’s first lady
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| She ain’t no motion picture star
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| But she’s the one who keeps you goin'
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| When you’d swear all hope was gone
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| She’s the Mother of your children
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| Thank God she won’t leave you alone
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| So if you re thinkin that you d like to chuck it all
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| And get on down the highway
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| Well buddy let me tell ya
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| There ain t nothin left but leavin from then on
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| You better wrap her in your arms
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| And strap some good ol fashion lovin on her
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| Or else you ll stagger in some night
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| And find an empty house that was your home
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| But is that woman there behind you
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| The one who makes you who you are
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| She’s not the president’s first lady
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| She ain’t no motion picture star
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| But she’s the one who keeps you goin'
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| When you’d swear all hope was gone
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| She’s the Mother of your children
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| Thank God she won’t leave you alone |