Handsome, no, my man aint handsome But theres a trace of a wondrous grace In his weary face Life has done its best to break him But his strength and courage Make him just the kind of man a woman needs Tender, he aint always tender But in his eyes something warm and wise Lifts me to the skies If his heart aint always showing Its a comfort just to know him Hes the kind of man a woman needs Sometimes hell grow angry At some foolish things I do Than hell forgive to spare me pain Times hell know Im troubled So hell laugh to cheer me through Till my heart is light As summer rain... mmm... No, my man aint youthful That times gone by But his head is high And his dreams wont die Though hes had his share of sorrow He looks forward to tomorrow Hes the kind of man a woman needs Hes the kind of man a woman needs...
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