Friend, Lover, Woman, Wife

She's a friend, she's a lover, she's a woman, she's a wife.

She's the answered prayer ev'ry lonely man dreams of.

She's a temptress, she's a lady, she's the mother of my baby.

I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves.

Sometimes I lie awake and watch her sleeping;

and I just wanna bust and the teardrops fill my eyes.

And I wonder what she'd think if she woke up and caught me weeping;

'cause daddies and heroes ain't supposed to cry.

The morning always seems to catch us laughing

with the baby in the bed between us, safe and warm.

And I thank the Lord above for all the good times that I'm having

wrapped up in my woman's loving arms.

She's a friend, she's a lover, she's a woman, she's a wife.

She's the answered prayer ev'ry lonely man dreams of.

She's a temptress, she's a lady, she's the mother of my baby.

I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves.

And when the load gets heavy on my shoulders;

and I can't keep the pace, and I need a place to hide,

I run home to my own little world and take her in my arms,

and hold her; and I soon forget there's another world outside.

'cause she's a friend, she's a lover, she's a woman, she's a wife.

She's the answered prayer ev'ry lonely man dreams of.

She's a temptress, she's a lady, she's the mother of my baby.

I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves.

I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves.