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