(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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| The Guess Who |
