There are so many ways to love a man; and so many things to understand.
And if there ever comes a time he'll stay to change his mind,
I'll need a way to hold him, and I can, if I know all the ways to love a man.
But there's so many ways to lose a man, so quickly; he can slip through your hands.
One little thing goes wrong, then all at once he's gone,
And I'd have no way to hold him like I planned.
It takes more than just one way to love a man.
With my hands in my heart, anything I can find: my child, my home, my soul, and my mind.
I'll know that I can hold him, oh yes; I can, if I know all the ways to love a man.
