He ain't Valentino
He ain't got the smile
And he ain't much to see
He ain't Ronald Coleman
He ain't got the style
But he's all that I need

My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man

He ain't much at singing
And he ain't got the blues
He's as bad as can be
He ain't much at mending
And he can't fix a fuse
But he sure fixes me

My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man

My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man
My man
My man
Talkin' 'bout
My my man
My-my-my

When I feel lonely
When I feel sad
He's there at my side
But when I feel nothing

When the whole thing's gone bad
He'll take me aside
He hold me and fold me
Right into his arms
Till the clouds drift away
'Cause there's no one can love me
The way that he can
Nobody's messin' with

My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man
Talkin' 'bout
My man
My man