My baby, he don't talk sweet He ain't got much to say But he loves me, loves me, loves me I know that he loves me anyway And maybe he don't dress fine
Loving you so I was to blind to see You letting me go But now that you've set me free It's gonna take a miracle Yes, it's gonna take a miracle To make
Silly of me to think that I Could ever have you for my guy How I love you How I want you Silly of me to think that you Could ever really want me too
