My Kind of Man

He's my kinda man and Lord I need him

Cause my kinda man let's me be my kinda girl

He don't mind if I go around barefooted

Wearin' faded jeans and his ole blue denim shirt

He understands when my hair's done up in curlers

That you can't look like a queen doin' wifely work

He's my kinda 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 kinda man let's me be my kinda girl

When he comes home and supper isn't ready

And there's screamin' kids a runnin' round 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 kinda 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 kinda man let's me be my kinda girl

Yeah my kinda man let's me be my kinda girl