Well well well well...

You were talkin' bout'chor woman
I wish to God that'choo could see mine
You were talkin' bout'chor woman
I wish to God honey... that'choo could see mine
Every time that little girl start to loving... she bring
eyesight to the blind

Lord... her daddy musta been a millionaire...
Cause I can tell by the way she walk
Her daddy musta been a millionaire...
Cause I can tell by the way she walk
Every time she start loving...
The deaf and dumb begin to talk
Yeah... you know what they say

I remember one Friday morning
We was lying down across your bed
Man in the bathroom was dying...
Eyes were sad and I stroked his head
And I said... Lordy... ain't she pertty...
And the whole state knows shes fine... yeah

And every every every time she start to loving...
She bring eyesight to the blind

What a woman I got here
Lean on me baby... lean on me
Oh...

Yes... I declare she pretty
And the whole state knows she's fine
Man... I declare she pretty...
Lordy Lordy I declare she's fine
Every every every every time she starts to loving...
She bring eyesight to the blind