歌手:Aretha Franklin
专辑:《Runnin' Out Of Fools》

作曲 : W. Robinson
Nothing you could say could tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do 'cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy
I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter
Like birds of a feather we just stick together
I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy
Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy
My guy
Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to my guy
My guy
I gave my guy my word of honor
To be faithful and I'm gonna
You best be believing I won't be deceiving my guy
As a matter of opinion I think he's tops
My opinion is he's the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste
To be exact
He's my ideal as a matter of fact
No muscle-bound man could ever take my hand from my guy
My guy
And no handsome face could ever take the place of my guy
My guy
He may not be
A movie star but when it comes to being happy
We are
There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy
No muscle-bound man could ever take my hand from my guy
And no handsome face could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star but when it comes to being happy
We are
There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy
What you say
There's not a man today who could even take me away from my guy
Tell me more
There's not a man today who could even take me away from my guy