My Guy
by Mary Wells
Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy. (My guy...)
Northing you could do
'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. (My guy...)
I'm sticking to my guy
Like a stamp on a letter;
Like birds of a feather we
Stick together.
I'm telling you from the start,
I can't be torn apart from my guy.
Nothing you can 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...)
I gave my guy my word of honor
To be faithful, and I'm gonna!
You best be believing
I won't be decieving 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 dear, 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...)
He may not be a movie star,
But when it comes to being happy...
We are!
There's not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy.
[instrumental]
No muscle-bound man
Can take my hand from my guy. (My guy...)
No handsome face
Can ever take the place of my guy. (My guy...)
He may not be a movie star,
But when it comes to being happy...
We are!
There's not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy.
(fadeout on repeating last couplet)