It's the way that you sneak a Kleenex to me
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When a sad song song gets in my eye
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You say it's alright,you got no appetite
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When it's down to the last piece of pie
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It's the way that you never remember
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The things I would rather forget
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How you grin and shrug your shoulders
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When it's time to start over again
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God must be a woman
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You're probably a lot like her
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Your grace is so amazing
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An angel here on earth
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You're so much like your maker
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She sent you down to lay a crown on me
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God must be a woman
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Only mamas have a love that runs so deep
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Watching out for drunks and babies and fools
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And castaways like me
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Some heavenly rain must soak in your brain
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And come out as the sweet things you say
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You stitch me back up when life plays too rough
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Give my hand a little squeeze when we pray
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And the I love you's that you told me
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They would probably stretch to the moon
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You multiply what matters
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And divide the pain bt two
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God must be a woman
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You're probably a lot like her
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Your grace is so amazing
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An angel here on earth
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You're so much like your maker
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She sent you down to lay a crown on me
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God must be a woman
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Only mamas have a love that runs so deep
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Watching out for drunks and babies and fools
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And castaways like me
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God Must Be A Woman
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| Travis Tritt |
