Lyrics

When a man craves a woman,
He can't keep his hands to himself.
He'd gamble the world,
For her fire, for her hell.
If she’s poison, he’ll drink it;
If she’s danger, he’ll dare.
He'd slit ties with his brothers
Just to breathe her wicked air.When a man tastes a woman,
He'll light his last damn dime.
He’ll barter peace for chaos,
Lose track of time, of crime.
He’d give up every pleasure:
The bed, the roof, the flame—
If she demanded the dirt,
He’d still whisper her name.When a man bows to a woman,
He'd bleed to keep her near.
He'll wrestle with her demons,
But still drown in her frontier.
The pain she weaves is stunning,
A blade wrapped up in silk.
She’s the queen of his destruction,
And he loves every spill.Oh, when a man burns for a woman,
His soul becomes her feast.
But she might carve him to pieces,
And he’ll still beg for the beast.So baby, don’t treat me dirty,
But girl, if you do?
I’d still be crawling, howling,
Right back to you.Yeah, when a man aches for a woman—
Oh, I know how it feels…
'Cause honey, when you’re fire and freedom,
It’s your name that . . . kills.