MY GUY 
Mary Wells


Nothing you could say could take me away from my guy
Nothing you could do, 'cuz I'm stuck like glue to my guy

I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter
Like birds of a feather we stick together

I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy 

As a matter of opinion I think he's tops
My opinion is he's the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste to be exact
He's my ideal as a matter of fact

No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are

I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy