He's my kind of man
And, Lord, I need him
Cause my kind of man
Lets me be my kind of girl
He don't mind
If I go around barefooted
Wearing faded jeans
And his old blue denim shirt
He understands
When my hair's done up in curlers
That you can't look like a queen
Doing wifely work
He's my kind of man
And, Lord, I need him
I wouldn't trade his love
For all the world
There's times when I believe
He's next to perfect
Cause my kind of man
Lets me be my kind of girl
When he comes home
And supper isn't ready
And there's screaming kids
Running round beneath his feet
He just smiles at me
And says, "Woman, do you love me?"
And gives me a gentle pat
On my seat
He's my kind of man
And, Lord, I need him
I wouldn't trade his love
For all the world
There's times when I believe
He's next to perfect
Cause my kind of man
Lets me be my kind of girl
Yeah, my kind of man
Lets me be my kind of girl