Ryan Montbleau - A Way With Women Lyrics
You be that fool paranoia-stricken loverAlways trying to nail her only red dress down to the floor.You be that cruel man coming up the stairway every nightPeeping 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 loverAlways trying to nail her only red dress down to the floorTurns out I was that cruel man coming up the stairway every nightPeeping 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 didnt understand my ways.Say you got a way with women and you treat them a different way,But while youre standing there scroungingLounging on all foursYeah, fool, you got a way with womenBut he got away with yours.
