She Belongs To Me Lyrics - Freddie Hart

She know how to make me laugh when I'm unhappy 

She can make my biggest worries seem so small 

And when I get to feeling moody and discouraged 

She just holds me close and I feel ten feet tall 

I come home most every night to TV dinners 

For she's really not the cook I know she'd like to be 

Oh but a smile across the table says I love you 

And I thank the Lord that she belongs to me 

She likes to go around the house wearing blue jeans 

Harry Roder's sneakers on her feet 

And I catch her doing things she really shouldn't 

Like playing baseball with the kids out in the street 

When I call her on the phone just say I'm working late 

She understands and waits up so patiently 

And she welcomes me home to my private heaven 

Oh and I thank the Lord that she belongs to me 

Mhm I thank the Lord that she belongs to me