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I wonder if you realize
How good it is to be loved by a woman
A woman you can count on
Even when she knows you done her wrong
The one who worships you
In spite of that old rowdy ground that you used to walk on
Who'll stay awake to give you help
And thank the Lord you finally made it home
But it's that woman there behind you
The one who makes you who you are
She's not the president's first lady
She ain't no motion picture star
But she's the one who keeps you goin'
When you'd swear all hope was gone
She's the Mother of your children
Thank God she won't leave you alone
So if you’re thinkin’ that you’d like to chuck it all
And get on down the highway
Well buddy let me tell ya
There ain’t nothin’ left but leavin’ from then on
You better wrap her in your arms
And strap some good ol’ fashion lovin’ on her
Or else you’ll stagger in some night
And find an empty house that was your home
But is that woman there behind you
The one who makes you who you are
She's not the president's first lady
She ain't no motion picture star
But she's the one who keeps you goin'
When you'd swear all hope was gone
She's the Mother of your children
Thank God she won't leave you alone
[Thanks to Raimundo for lyrics]
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