My Kind of Man
He's my kind of man and, Lord, I need him
'Cause my kind of man lets me be my kind of girl
He don't mind if I go around barefooted
Wear faded jeans and his old blue denim shirt
He understands when my hair's done up in curlers
That you can't look like a queen doing wifely work
He's my kind of man and, Lord, I need him
I wouldn't trade his love for all the world
There's times when I believe he's next-to-perfect
'Cause my kind of man lets me be my kind of girl
When he comes homе and supper isn't ready
And therе's screamin' kids running around beneath his feet
He just smiles at me and says, "Woman, do you love me?"
And gives me a gentle pat on my seat
He's my kind of man and, Lord, I need him
I wouldn't trade his love for all the world
There's times when I believe he's next-to-perfect
'Cause my kind of man lets me be my kind of girl
Yeah, my kind of man lets me be my kind of girl
