Woorden: The Statler Brothers. You Comb Her Hair Every Morning.

I know that you're wondering who I dream about
And if I've met someone who thrills me so
Well, I finally met a girl who turns me inside out
I'll tell you 'bout her for you ought to know

You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night

When she's around me sometimes I can hardly speak
I stammer and I act just like a fool
And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak
You know her honey, don't you know it's you

You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night

You comb her hair every morning