He may not ever be a ladies man
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Maybe his calloused hands
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have been too long in the sun
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but he will always be the one I love
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cause he still does
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what no one's ever done
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and it means more to me
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than he will ever know
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cause words could never say
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how much I love the way
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he talks to me
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It does my heart good
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to hear him talk to me
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the way a lover should
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he can ease my frustration
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with his soothing conversation
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and I love the way he's
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not afraid to talk to me
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now you can talk about the finer things
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big cars and diamond rings
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that light up your life
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but let me tell you
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that the finest thing
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is the joy he brings
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when we turn out the lights
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and in those moments
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after we make love
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that's when he holds me close
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gives me what I need the most
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He talks to me
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it does my heart good
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to hear him talk to me
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the way a lover should
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he can ease my frustration
|
with his soothing conversation
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and I love the way he's
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not afraid to talk to me
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whoa, I love the way
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he's not afraid to talk to me
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He Talks To Me
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| Lorrie Morgan |
