You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

I'm a W.O.M.A.N. Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh Talking about you, a man Always ready to go When it come to movin' daddy Baby, you're almost gold You ain't got nothin' in your pocket

You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine I can tell by the way she walks She's got the power to heal you, never fear! Every time she starts to lovin' She brings eyesight to the blind You know her daddy gave her magic Her daddy gave her magic,