She's a friend, she's a lover, she's a woman, she's a wife. She's the answered prayer ev'ry lonely man dreams of. She's a temptress, she's a lady, she's the mother of my baby. I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves. Sometimes I lie awake and watch her sleeping; And I just wanna bust and the teardrops fill my eyes. And I wonder what she'd think if she woke up and caught me weeping; 'Cause daddies and heroes ain't supposed to cry. The morning always seems to catch us laughing With the baby in the bed between us, safe and warm. And I thank the Lord above for all the good times that I'm having Wrapped up in my woman's loving arms. She's a friend, she's a lover, she's a woman, she's a wife. She's the answered prayer ev'ry lonely man dreams of. She's a temptress, she's a lady, she's the mother of my baby. I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves. And when the load gets heavy on my shoulders; And I can't keep the pace, and I need a place to hide, I run home to my own little world and take her in my arms, And hold her; and I soon forget there's another world outside. 'Cause she's a friend, she's a lover, she's a woman, she's a wife. She's the answered prayer ev'ry lonely man dreams of. She's a temptress, she's a lady, she's the mother of my baby. I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves. I thank God I'm the lucky man she loves.