You Comb Her Hair

I know that you're wondering who I dream about And if I met someone who thrills me so Well, I've finally met a girl who turns me inside out I'll tell you about her for you ought to know You comb her hair every mornin' And make sure she dresses just right You comb her hair every mornin' And put her to bed every night When she's around me sometimes I can hardly speak I stammer and I walk right into doors And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak Oh, you know her honey, she's a friend of yours You comb her hair every mornin' And make sure she dresses just right You comb her hair every mornin' And put her to bed every night --- You Comb Her Hair - George Jones