My Woman

Here's some lyrics I put together last summer after having some of the pieces for a while. I envisioned it as a funk/soul song. The other day I heard Bob Seger's "Her Strut" on the radio and thought that would be an appropriate sound for this song, but I still haven't worked the music at all.
My Woman
My woman, she’s the best; she’s better than all the rest
I put her to the test; she’s better than all the rest.
Must ‘a been about a dozen men got whiplash when she sashayed in.
‘cause she’s built better than the rest.

She’s my woman, she’s the best; better than all the rest.
She’s the best, yeah, she’s the best. She’s better than all the rest.
Brick house ain’t good enough for her, she’s put together like a fallout shelter.
Yeah! she’s the best, better than all the rest.

Smokin’! She’s hot! Other woman want what my woman’s got.
They wish they were that fine, but they’re not.
They all give her the green-eyed stare; my woman she don’t care.
My woman, she’s the best; she’s better than all the rest.

Smokin’! She’s hot! All the men want the woman I got.
They wanna be her man, but they’re not.
It’s enough to make you sick, the way those fellows’ eyeballs click.
She’s my woman, she’s the best; better than all the rest.

Smokin’! She’s hot! And as you might have guessed
She calls the shots.
Men lost their breath when she started to dance; They called nine one one for an ambulance.
My woman, she’s the best; she’s better than all the rest.