| Well, you talk about your woman |
| Wish that you could see mine |
| Yes, you talk about your woman |
| Wish that you could see mine |
| When the little girl start lovin' |
| She brings eyesight to the blind |
| Well, her daddy must have been a millionaire |
| You can tell it by the way she walks |
| Her daddy must have been a millionaire |
| You can tell it by the way she walks |
| When the little girl start lovin' |
| The deaf and dumb begins to talk |
| Well, I remember one Friday mornin' |
| We were lyin' in our beds |
| A man crossed the street, stopped and |
| Put up his hand and said: |
| I declare she’s pretty |
| The whole state knows she’s fine |
| When she walk down the street |
| She brings eyesight to the blind |
| Yes, she does |
| Well, I declare she’s pretty |
| The whole state knows she’s fine |
| I declare she’s pretty |
| The whole state knows she’s fine |
| When the little girl start lovin' |
| She brings eyesight to the blind |
| When the little girl start lovin' |
| She brings eyesight to the blind |
| Yeah |