Irma Thomas, you’re the soul queen of New Orleans...
Irma Thomas, starting back in your early teens...
You were making men swoon in the music canteens...
They all wanted Irma, by any and all means...

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‘You can have my husband, but don’t mess with my man...’
Said Irma to the ladies like no other woman can...
Her voice is like an angel, and her skin like caramel...
From her lips comes nectar, making every man’s heart swell...

Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas
 
You’re the lady in my heart and I’ve got you in my sight...
If it’s ever cold and raining, I’ll be there to hold you tight...
If you want someone to care, I’ll be the answer to your prayer...
I love you Irma Thomas and I’ll always be there… for you...

Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas
 
Irma Thomas, you’re the soul queen of New Orleans...
Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, you’re the star of all my dreams...
Your sweet voice is what I hear at night before I fall asleep...
It’s listening to your voice, that into heaven I soon shall leap...

Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas, Irma Thomas

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