| My man understand, he holds me in the palm of his hand |
| And I like it, I like it |
| He’s a dream, the real thing he always makes me feel like a queen |
| And I love it, I love it |
| His arms are warm they keep me away from harm |
| And I’m proud of it, so proud of it |
| He’s mine, he’s fine, he makes a funny feeling go up my spine |
| And I wanna keep it like this all the time |
| He’s got what I want when I want it |
| He’s got what I need when I need it |
| I’d fight a million just to keep it |
| Just to keep on holding to the precious love he gives me |
| How I hate to sit and wait when I know he’s got to work late |
| I can’t stand it, can’t stand it |
| But when he walks in and I’m in his lovin' arms again |
| I forget it, I forget it |
| His touch is too much he knows how to love me just enough |
| And I love him, I love him |
| My man understand, he holds me in the palm of his hand |
| And I wanna keep it like this all the time |
| He’s got what I want when I want it |
| He’s got what I need when I need it |
| I’d fight a million just to keep it |
| Just to keep on holding to the precious love he gives me |
| My man understand, he holds me in the palm of his hand |
| And I wanna keep it like this all the time |
| Yeah, I wanna keep it like this all the time |