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