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GOh I know that you're Cwonderin' what Gshe ever saw in me There must be something D7about me that she Gloves
I ain't pretty I ain't Cwitty and Lord Gknows my kind come free There must be something D7about me that she Gloves
There must be something about me that she loves
There must be something about me that she D7loves (that she loves) I can Gtell the way she's smilin' when we're walking Chand in Ghand
There must be someCthing aD7bout me that she Gloves
I can't fathom why she's Calways here Gwhen I come home at night There must be something D7about me that she Gloves
In the hard times in the Ctired times Lord Gknows she treats me right There must be something D7about me that she Gloves
There must be something about me that she loves
There must be something about me that she D7loves (that she loves) I can Gtell the way she's smilin' when we're walking Chand in Ghand
There must be someCthing aD7bout me that she Gloves
There must be something about me that she loves
There must be something about me that she D7loves (that she loves) I can Gtell the way she's smilin' when we're walking Chand in Ghand
There must be someCthing aD7bout me that she Gloves
There must be something about me that she loves
There must be something about me that she D7loves (that she loves) I can Gtell the way she's smilin' when we're walking Chand in Ghand
There must be someCthing aD7bout me that she Gloves