Ever Changing Woman

She can sparkle like the moonlight on the river,

At times her words can cut you like a knife,

She's got a way of being tough and tender,

But she'll always be the highlight of my life.

Sometimes she's hotter than the thirty-first of August,

And colder than a February morn,

But Heaven knows I'm always more than willing,

To hold that ever-changing woman in my arms.

There's days she almost loves me down to nothing,

Then turns around and hates my very soul,

So I always wear a T-shirt and a jacket,

Just in case that woman's running hot to cold.

Sometimes she's hotter than the thirty-first of August,

And colder than a February morn,

But Heaven knows I'm always more than willing,

To hold that ever-changing woman in my arms.

I've got that ever-changing woman in my arms.

I love that ever-changing woman in my arms.

I've got that