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A truth hit me upside the head It wound me up and let me fly That I couldn't be nothin' I wouldn't be nothin' without This sweet providing woman I couldn't be the wind in your sails I couldn't be the apple of your eye I just couldn't be nothin I wouldn't be nothin' without This sweet providing woman I wouldn't have a ghost of a chance I wouldn't have this fight in my soul I wouldn't be nothin' I couldn't be nothin' without This sweet providing woman This sweet providing woman This sweet providing woman
Writer(s): Paul John Otten Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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