Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman

O she's something to see
When it comes to lovin' she's wild and free
If I had to replace her it would take two or three
But she's the woman that was born for me
If she left me I'd hang from the nearest oak tree

Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman

I'm talkin' about my kind of woman
She's something to see
She never sets her foot in the kitchen
But she sure cooks for me

Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman
Talk talkin' about my kind of woman

I'm talkin' about my kind of woman
She's something to see
Woe to the person who crosses her path
She sees right through them, they see their last

She's the one who holds my hand
And she don't have to make no bread
She's the one who always knows
She's got my heart and I love her so