Composer／Lyricist：Smokey Robinson
Nothing You Could Say
Can Tear Me Away From My Guy.
Nothing You Could Do
'Cause I'm Stuck Like Glue To My Guy.
I'm Stickin' To My Guy,
Like A Stamp To A Letter,
Like The Birds Of A Feather,
We Stick Together.
I'm Tellin' You From The Start
I Can't Be Torn Apart From My Guy.
Nothing You Can Do
Could Make Me Untrue To My Guy (My Guy).
Nothing You Could Buy
Could Make Me Tell A Lie To My Guy (My Guy).
I Gave My Guy My Word Of Honor,
To Be Faithful And I'm Gonna
You Best Be Believing.
I Won't Be Deceiving 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 Ever Take My Hand From My Guy (My Guy).
No Handsome Face
Could Ever Take The Place Of My Guy (My Guy).
He May Not Be A Movie Star.
But When It Comes To Being Happy We Are,
There's Not A Man Today
Who Could Take Me Away From My Guy.
No Muscle Bound Man
Could Ever Take My Hand From My Guy (My Guy).
No Handsome Face
Could Ever Take The Place Of My Guy (My Guy).
He May Not Be A Movie Star.
But When It Comes To Being Happy We Are,
There's Not A Man Today
Who Could Take Me Away From My Guy.
There's Not A Man Today
Who Could Take Me Away From My Guy.
There's Not A Man Today
Who Could Take Me Away From My Guy.
There's Not A Man Today
Who Could Take Me Away From My Guy.