| Dear God, I want a man
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| I want him strong, ain’t scared to dance
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| Knows how to work, he’s down to Earth
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| When he gets home, he puts me first
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| I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans
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| But I want a big strong man with gentle hands
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| He drives a truck, he drinks sweet tea
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| Timberland boots, lot on his feet
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| You have my word, I won’t complain
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| If he goes to church, praises your name
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| I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans
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| But I want a big strong man with gentle hands
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| And if we have a baby
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| Oh she’ll be a daddy’s girl
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| It’s up to him if he does the kind of love she deserves
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| In this ugly, cruel, cruel cold world
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| Dear God, I want a man
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| Who loves his ma, clicks with my dad
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| He’ll tell me jokes they’re mostly bad
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| But when I’m mad, he makes me laugh
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| I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans
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| But I want a big strong man with gentle hands
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| And if we have a baby
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| Oh he’ll be a daddy’s boy
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| And he’ll teach him not to play with women
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| Like he plays with toys
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| Dear God, there goes my list
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| That’s all I want, you get the gist
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| I’ll pay my toll, slick down my hair
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| And say a prayer, till he gets here
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| I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans
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| But I want a big strong man with gentle hands
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| I want a big strong man with gentle hands
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| I want a big strong man with gentle gentle gentle gentle hands |