(B. Cummings - D. Troiano)



Colder women light a fire in me

Bolder women seem to tire of me

Older women put desire in me

But without ‘em to hold, where would this poor man be?



Crazy women make a fool of me

Ruthless women seem so cruel to me

And painted women actin' cool with me

But without ‘em to hold, where would this poor man be?



I wanna tell you what I know

I ain't sayin' it's a lot,

But I hope it's enough to teach you

To try to hang on to what you got, I wanna say

I'm only sayin' what I mean

And I'm backin' it up, cause I've already been there, son...



I know that colder women light a fire in me,

Bolder women seem to tire of me,

And older women put desire in me,

But without ‘em to hold, where would this poor man be?



Sometimes you can't live with ‘em,

But you can't live without ‘em,

W-O-M-E-N.