Gentle Hands - Priscilla Renea

Dear God, I want a man

I want him strong, ain’t scared to dance

Knows how to work, he’s down to Earth

When he gets home, he puts me first

I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans

But I want a big strong man with gentle hands

He drives a truck, he drinks sweet tea

Timberland boots, lot on his feet

You have my word, I won’t complain

If he goes to church, praises your name

I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans

But I want a big strong man with gentle hands

And if we have a baby

Oh she’ll be a daddy’s girl

It’s up to him if he does the kind of love she deserves

In this ugly, cruel, cruel cold world

Dear God, I want a man

Who loves his ma, clicks with my dad

He’ll tell me jokes they’re mostly bad

But when I’m mad, he makes me laugh

I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans

But I want a big strong man with gentle hands

And if we have a baby

Oh he’ll be a daddy’s boy

And he’ll teach him not to play with women

Like he plays with toys

Dear God, there goes my list

That’s all I want, you get the gist

I’ll pay my toll, slick down my hair

And say a prayer, till he gets here

I don’t mean to interfere if it ain’t in your plans

But I want a big strong man with gentle hands

I want a big strong man with gentle hands

I want a big strong man with gentle gentle gentle gentle hands