(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,
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