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She plays a mean game of poker
She's got curls in her hair
She looks good on Broadway
Or the middle of nowhere
She's got three dogs she rescued
On a road trip out west
She can change a tire, build a fire
Makes my heart beat out my chest
Oh, she's sweet like Sunday morning
She got a mind of her own, lord, ain't she something?
Gets me high like lightning storming
I believe in the power of a woman
She loves tequila and Jesus
Says they make her feel warm
Says things like, "holy Moses"
And, "a-bless your damn heart"
She can cuss like a sailor
She gets that from her mom
But her favorite four letter word
Is love, love, love
And oh, she's sweet like Sunday morning
She got a mind of her own, lord, ain't she something?
Gets me high like lightning storming
I believe in the power of a woman
I believe in the power of a woman, yeah
She works like the devil, and cries when she prays
Believes a good glass of wine can fix anything
Holds it all together, hell I'm so amazed
How she feeds the babies, juggle crazy
With a smile on her face
And oh, she's sweet like Sunday morning
She got a mind of her own, lord, ain't she something?
Gets me high like lightning storming
I believe in the power of a woman
I believe in the power of a woman
I believe in the power of a woman
A bonafide woman
WRITERS
William Drake White, Kelli Johnson, Lindsay Hinkle
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, BACK 20 PUBLISHING
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