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