My Woman's Good to Me

Your lips are warm and close to mine

I know they taste like warm red wine

And if I'd let myself go, I know I'd fall

But someone's waiting all alone by a lonely telephone

And though I'd love to stay, I know I'll call

'Cause I can't forget her, no I can't forget her

My woman's good to me

Her eyes are not as blue as yours

Her lips are not as soft as yours

And if I kissed you, she'd probably never know

But when tomorrow brings the sun

I'd have to live with what I'd done

And though I'd love to stay, I'd better go

'Cause I can't forget her, no I can't forget her

My woman's good to me

My woman's good to me