Tell Her So

Down da street come a pretty lady.
She smile an’ she look so fine.
She talk like a gentle soul and
You tink, “Could she be mine?”
But then you a little scared and
You wonder if she say no.
But listen to my advice and
You smile, then you got to go and…
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Tell her so. Don’t let her be lonely.
Tell her so. Don’t let her go by.
Tell her so. You know dat she special.
Tell her so. Don’t you be shy.
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She stop and she looking at you.
She look you right in da eye.
She smile in dat pretty way and
You tink dat you gonna die.
You got to just take a breath and
You look at your dream come true.
You smile at da pretty goddess
And dis what you gonna do…you..

Her voice is like birdies singing.
Her hair is like angel wings.
Her hands are so soft, like baby.
Her soul is a gentle ting.
Your voice, it begin to crackle.
Your hands don’t know what to do.
You got to say something to her.
So here’s what you got to do… you…