Too Many Do-Goods Lyrics
We got too many do goods and not enough hard working men We got too many hands out and not enough lendin' a hand
Handsome, no, my man ain't handsome
But there’s a trace of a wondrous grace
In his weary face
Life has done its best to break him
But his strength and courage
Make him just the kind of man a woman needs
Tender,

Holding Back Lyrics
I can't believe the things I've said Like all the times I'd hope that you were dead What's going on inside

he ain’t always tender
But in his eyes something warm and wise
Lifts me to the skies
If his heart ain't always showing
It’s a comfort just to know him
He' s the kind of man a woman needs
Sometimes he'll grow angry

Down For My N's Lyrics
* originally appeared on "No Limit Top Dogg" Man fuck them niggas, ha ha Fuck them other ni

BR> At some foolish things I do
Than he’ll forgive to spare me pain
Times he'll know I'm troubled
So he’ll laugh to cheer me through
Till my heart is light
As Summer rain...mmm...
No, my man ain't youthful
Tha

P.O.E. Lyrics
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni Damn your eyes Mr. Khruschev Don't go dropping bombs on here 'Cos if you start

time’s gone by
But his head is high
And his dreams won't die
Though he’s had his share of sorrow
He looks forward to tomorrow
He's the kind of man a woman needs
He's the kind of man a woman needs...