| Funny a woman can come on so wild and so free
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| Yet insist I don’t watch her undress or watch her watch me
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| And stand by my bed and shiver as if she were cold
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| Just to lay down beside me and touch me as if I were gold
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| Yeah, one night of lovin' don’t make up for six nights alone
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| But I’d rather have one than none Lord, 'cause I’m flesh and bone
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| And sometimes it seems that she ain’t worth the trouble at all
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| That she could be worth the world or if you could touch her at all
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| A right or wrong, a woman can own any man
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| She can take him inside her and hold his soul in her hands
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| And leave him as weak and weary as a new born child
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| Struggling to catch his first breath and open his eyes
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| Yeah, one night of lovin' don’t make up for six nights alone
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| But I’d rather have one than none Lord, 'cause I’m flesh and bone
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| And sometimes it seems that she ain’t worth the trouble at all
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| That she could be worth the world or if you could touch her at all |