My Man

Sometimes I say, if I just could get away with my man
He'd go straight sure as fate for it never is too late for a man
I just like to dream of a cottage by a stream with my man
Where a few flowers grew, and perhaps a kid or two like my man
And then my eyes get wet, I almost forget
'Til he gets hot, and tells me not to talk such rot
Oh my man I love him so, he'll never know
All my life is just despair, but I don't care
When he takes me in his arms, the world is bright
All right
What's the difference if I say I'll go away
When I know I'll come back on my knees someday
For whatever my man is, I'm his forevermore