(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,   W-O-M-E-N.