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Talk about your woman, Lord, I wish she could be mine
Talk about your woman, Lord, I wish she could be mine
She got a way of loving my way, I'm sight to the blind
You know she must have been a millionaire
I can tell by the way she walks
Now daddy must have been a millionaire
Tell by the way she walks
Got a way of loving, never gonna begin to talk
Got up at the party Monday morning
She was laying across the bed
Bad black clothes on, Lord, in my head
Daddy, she's pretty, Lord, they ain't no good
Got a way of loving my way, I'm sight to the blind
Yeah
Lord, by the way she put on the whole thing on the fire
Mean as she pretty, Lord, they ain't no good
She got a way of loving, I'm sight to the blind
Oh daddy must have been a millionaire
Know by the way she walks
Now daddy must have been a millionaire
Tell by the way she walks
Got a way of loving, boy, never gonna begin to talk
Yeah
Alright
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