a promise is easy to make
Because to your kind of woman,
a promise is something to break
And the life fits your lips, honey,
And your kind of woman just don't
understand my kind of love
The heart that you cause me don't
cause you the least bit of shame
And I guess if I let you,
you'd hurt me all over again
And I can't help but wonder,
To think that your kind of woman could
understand my kind of love
Well, I made you my life,
but you made me into your food
Honey, I found out too late that
your love meant heartache
But woman, someday you'll know how
to hurt when your heart breaks in two
And when your world falls to pieces
And I just hope that I'm around
When you learn what I'm speaking of
I want to see the day you appreciate
Woman, I want to see the day you appreciate my kind of love,
