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Handsome, no, my man ain't handsome |
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But there's a trace of a wondrous grace |
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In his weary face |
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Life has done its best to break him |
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But his strength and courage |
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Make him just the kind of man a woman needs |
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Tender, he ain't always tender |
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But in his eyes something warm and wise |
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Lifts me to the skies |
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If his heart ain't always showing |
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It's a comfort just to know him |
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He' s the kind of man a woman needs |
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Sometimes he'll grow angry |
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At some foolish things I do |
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Than he'll forgive to spare me pain |
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Times he'll know I'm troubled |
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So he'll laugh to cheer me through |
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Till my heart is light |
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As Summer rain...mmm... |
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No, my man ain't youthful |
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That time's gone by |
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But his head is high |
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And his dreams won't die |
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Though he's had his share of sorrow |
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He looks forward to tomorrow |
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He's the kind of man a woman needs |
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He's the kind of man a woman needs... |