Eyesight To The Blind

You've talking about your woman
 I wish to God... man... that you could see mine
 You're talking about your woman
 I wish to God that you could see mine
 Every time the little girl start to loving...
 she bring eyesight to the blind
 Lord... her daddy must been a millionaire...
 'cause I can tell by the way she walk
 Her daddy must been a millionaire...
 because I can tell by the way she walk
 Every time she start to loving...
 the deaf and dumb begin to talk
 I remember one Friday morning
 We was lying down across the bed
 Man in the next room a-dying...
 stopped dying and lift up his head
 And said... Lord... ain't she pretty...
 and the whole state know she fin
 Every time she start to loving...
 she bring eyesight to the blind
 All right and all right... now
 Lay it on me... lay it on me... lay it on me
 Oh lordy... what a woman... what a woman
 Yes... I declare she's pretty and
 the whole state knows she's fine
 Man... I declare she's pretty...
 God knows I declare she's fine
 Every time she starts to loving... whoo...
 she brings eyesight to the blind
 I've got to get out of here... now...
 let's go... let's go... let's go now