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Diana Ross - My guy Diana Ross - My guy |
| Nothing you can say can tear me away from my guy.
Nothing you can 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 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.
Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to 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 desired
He's my ideal and a matter of fact
No muscle bound man can 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.
No muscle bound man can 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.
There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy.
There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy.
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