| Funny how a woman can come on so wild and 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 the bed and zip up as if she were cold
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| And just lie down beside me and touch me as if I were gold
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| One night of love don’t make up for six nights alone
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| But I’d rather have one than none 'cause I’m flesh and bone
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| Though sometimes it seems she ain’t worth the trouble at all
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| She can be worth the world if some how you can touch her at all
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| But 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 hand
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| Then leave him as weak, weak as a new born child
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| Fighten to get his first breath and open his eyes
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| One night of love don’t make up for six nights alone
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| But I’d rather have one than none 'cause I’m flesh and bone
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| Though sometimes it seems she ain’t worth the trouble at all
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| She can be worth the world if some how you can touch her at all
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| One night of love don’t make up for six nights alone
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| Six nights alone
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| Oh, but I’d rather have one than none 'cause I’m flesh and bone |
| I’m flesh and bone
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| Though sometimes it seems she ain’t worth the trouble at all… |