Friend Lover Woman Wife Songtext
von O.C. Smith

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.