Man’s Gotta Give Up A Lot
Well, a man's gotta give up a lot to keep a woman satisfied
You gotta give 'em everything you've got or they'll kick you aside
It don't take much they take 'em home with ye
It takes a whole lot to keep 'em there with ye
A man's gotta give 'em some ground to keep 'em around.
Turn everything around sideways try to look through a woman's eyes
And you'll find the whole world takes on a different view
Try to see mankind like a woman does you know what it takes to make a woman love
You know how to act when the woman comes back to you.
'Cause a man's gotta give up a lot to keep a woman satisfied
You gotta give 'em everything you've got or they'll kick you aside
It don't take much they take 'em home with ye
It takes a whole lot to keep 'em there with ye
A man's gotta give 'em some ground to keep 'em around.
'Cause a man's gotta give up a lot to keep a woman satisfied
You gotta give 'em everything you've got or they'll kick you aside
It don't take much they take 'em home with ye
It takes a whole lot to keep 'em there with ye
A man's gotta give 'em some ground to keep 'em around.
A man's gotta give 'em some ground to keep 'em around...
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