© 2013 Allison Merten
He’s out to dinner with the most beautiful woman in the room. All the other men want
her. She thinks she’s got him wrapped around her finger, but she’s wrong.
He’s thinkin’ ’bout when he’s gonna go out with his other woman because
One woman ain’t enough. He doesn’t believe in love. He’ll make you think. That he’s all
yours. But he’ll be cheatin’ before you can blink. Whoa. Whoa.
He’s at the apartment of the latest of his flings. She thinks she’s so lucky. She thinks
she’s found the man of her dreams, but she’s wrong.
She doesn’t know when he goes home he won’t be alone because
One woman ain’t enough. He doesn’t believe in love. He’ll make you think. That he’s all
yours. But he’ll be cheatin’ before you can blink. Whoa. Whoa.
He’s got one woman on the phone another woman waiting at home, one woman in his
head another woman in his bed, his hands on one woman’s hips and he’s thinkin’ ’bout
another woman’s lips.
One woman ain’t enough. He doesn’t believe in love. He’ll make you think. That he’s all
yours. But he’ll be cheatin’ before you can blink. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Allison Merten 