(B. Cummings - D. Troiano)
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Colder women light a fire in me
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Bolder women seem to tire of me
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Older women put desire in me
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But without ¡®em to hold, where would this poor man be?
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Crazy women make a fool of me
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Ruthless women seem so cruel to me
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And painted women actin¡¯ cool with me
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But without ¡®em to hold, where would this poor man be?
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I wanna tell you what I know
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I ain¡¯t sayin¡¯ it¡¯s a lot,
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But I hope it¡¯s enough to teach you
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To try to hang on to what you got, I wanna say
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I¡¯m only sayin¡¯ what I mean
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And I¡¯m backin¡¯ it up, cause I¡¯ve already been there, son...
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I know that colder women light a fire in me,
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Bolder women seem to tire of me,
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And older women put desire in me,
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But without ¡®em to hold, where would this poor man be?
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Sometimes you can¡¯t live with ¡®em,
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But you can¡¯t live without ¡®em,
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W-O-M-E-N.
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Women
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