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He might not ever be a lady's man |
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Maybe his callused 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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Chorus: 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 not afraid |
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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 that the finest thing |
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Is the joy he brings |
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When we turn out the light |
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And in those moments 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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Repeat Chorus |
