Paroles de My Man

He ain't Valentino He ain't got the smile And he ain't much to see He ain't Ronald Coleman He ain't got the style But he's all that I need My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man He ain't much at singing And he ain't got the blues He's as bad as can be He ain't much at mending And he can't fix a fuse But he sure fixes me My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man My man My man Talkin' 'bout My my man My-my-my When I feel lonely When I feel sad He's there at my side But when I feel nothing When the whole thing's gone bad He'll take me aside He hold me and fold me Right into his arms Till the clouds drift away 'Cause there's no one can love me The way that he can Nobody's messin' with My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man Talkin' 'bout My man My man