Conway Twitty - Aint she something else

^GDon't you like the way she ^Amtalks to ^Gyou ^CWhen she's feeling ^D7woman ^Gwarm

And don't it make you ^Amfeel so ^Ggood ^CJust to know she's ^Amyours all ^Cby your^D7self

^GDon't you like to see the ^Amsun go ^Gdown ^CWhen she's lying ^D7close to ^Gyou

And can't you feel her ^Amall a^Ground And ^Cwhen she loves you ^Amain't she something ^D7else

^CAin't she just ^Gsome kind of ^Clover in the ^Gmorning ^CCan't your ^Garms feel the ^Cwarmness where she ^Amslept

^D7Ain't she just ^Gall that ^Cyou have ever ^Gwanted And ^Cwhen she loves you ^Amain't ^D7she something ^Gelse

Don't you like the way she ^Amclings to ^Gyou ^CAnd loves you 'til there's ^D7nothing ^Gleft

Now tell me don't her ^Amlips taste ^Ggood And ^Cwhen she loves you ^Amain't she ^Csomething ^D7else

^CAin't she just ^Gsome kind of ^Clover in the ^Gmorning ^CCan't your ^Garms feel the ^Cwarmness where she ^Amslept

^D7Ain't she just ^Gall that ^Cyou have ever ^Gwanted And ^Cwhen she loves you ^Amain't ^D7she something ^Gelse

^CWhen she loves me ^Amshe's sure ^D7something ^Gelse