She know how to make me laugh when I'm unhappy
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She can make my biggest worries seem so small
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And when I get to feeling moody and discouraged
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She just holds me close and I feel ten feet tall
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I come home most every night to TV dinners
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For she's really not the cook I know she'd like to be
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Oh but a smile across the table says I love you
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And I thank the Lord that she belongs to me
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She likes to go around the house wearing blue jeans
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Harry Roder's sneakers on her feet
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And I catch her doing things she really shouldn't
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Like playing baseball with the kids out in the street
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When I call her on the phone just say I'm working late
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She understands and waits up so patiently
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And she welcomes me home to my private heaven
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Oh and I thank the Lord that she belongs to me
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Mhm I thank the Lord that she belongs to me
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She Belongs To Me
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Freddie Hart |