Diana Ross - My Guy

Nothing you could say
Could tear me away
From my Guy
Nothing you could do
`Cause I`m stuck like glue

To my Guy
I`m stickin` to my Guy like a stamp to a letter
Like birds of a feather, we stick together
I`m tellin` you from the start
I can`t be torn apart

From my Guy
Nothing you could do
Could make me untrue
To my Guy (my Guy)
Nothing you could buy
Could make me tell a lie

To my Guy (my Guy, my Guy)
I gave my Guy my word of honor
To be faithful, and I`m gonna
You best be believing
I won`t be deceiving My Guy
As a matter of opinion, I think he`s tops
My opinion is, he`s the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste, to be exact
He`s my ideal, as a matter of fact.
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand

From my Guy (my Guy)
No handsome face
Could ever take the place
Of my Guy (my Guy, my Guy)
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to bein` happy, we are
There`s not a man today
Who could take me away

From my Guy
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand
From my Guy (my Guy)
No handsome face
Could ever take the place
Of my Guy (my Guy, my Guy)
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to bein` happy, we are
There`s not a man today
Who could take me away

From my Guy
There`s not a man today
Who could take me away
From my Guy
There`s not a man today
Who could take me away
From my Guy