Oh Lord What Are You Doing to Me - Dionne Warwick

You never place gold dust in my hair

You made me a child of a no good man

My only love precious gift from above

Now he is leaving, day by day

Hear me crying, ah, slowly dying

I never cared about the troubles that life brings

In fact I'm grateful, thankful for every little thing

So if you hear me and love me, help me make him stay

Let me hold him, let me love him

So, if you hear me, really, really hear me

Won't you help me make him stay

Let me hold him, let me love him

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord