A Way With Women


You be that fool paranoia-stricken lover
Always trying to nail her only red dress down to the floor
You be that cruel man coming up the stairway every night
Peeping through her door
Maybe you that shylock, gambling man, give her money
Steal her a diamond ring,
Maybe you that rare, sometimes there, mixing matching Cassanova,
But I, I swear that I can do anything
I was that fool paranoia-stricken lover
Always trying to nail her only red dress down to the floor
Turns out I was that cruel man coming up the stairway every night
Peeping through her door
And I was that shylock, gambling man, give her money
Steal her a diamond ring
And I was that rare, sometimes there, mixing matching Cassanova,
Thought I, I thought that I could do anything
Thought I had a way with women,
She didn't understand my ways
Say you got a way with women and you treat them a different way,
But while you're standing there scrounging
Lounging on all fours
Yeah, fool, you got a way with women
But he got away with yours







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