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C I'm right here in the middle of it.
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G F She's a warm conversation that I wouldn't miss for nothing.
G She's a fighter when
C she's mad and
G she's a lover when she's loving.
F And she's everything
G I ever wanted
C and
Em everything
Am I need.
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G When
F I talk about her
G I go on and on
A and _
Am on.
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G Cause
F she's everything
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Em C to me.
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G C She's a Saturday out on the town and a church girl on Sunday.
Am She's a cross around her neck and a cuss word cause it's money.
F She's a bubble bath and candles and baby come and kiss me.
G She's one
C glass of wine
G and she's feeling kind of tipsy.
C She's the giver I wish I could be.
Stealer of the covers.
Am She's a picture in my wallet.
My unborn children's mother.
F She's the hand that I'm holding when I'm on my knees in prayer.
G She's the answer to
C my prayer and
G she's the song that I'm playing.
And
F she's everything
G I ever wanted
C and
G everything
Am I _
G need.
F When I talk about her
G I go on and on
Am and _ on.
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G Cause
F she's _ _
G everything.
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C She's the voice I love to hear.
And someday when I'm 90
Am she's that wooden rocking chair.
I want rocking right
D beside
Am me.
F Every day that passes I'll only love her more.
G Yeah
C she's the one that I've laid
G down my own life
F for.
And _ she's everything
G I ever wanted
C and
G everything
Am I need.
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F _ She's
G everything _ _
C to me.
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G Am Yeah _ _ _
F _ she's
G everything.
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Everything
G I ever wanted
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everything
G I need.
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