Kind of Man

We were winning, we had it in the bag
But we counted our chips too soon
What kind of man could have all this without giving a damn?
Baby, what would you ever do?
And what would happen to you if I let you go?
And what would happen to you if I shut the door?
You would not move, you would not move
That’s what apprehension does, like some evil lover
I’ll leave you and I won’t look back
I’ll leave you and I won’t look back
Moving slow
And what would happen to you if I let you go?
And what would happen to you if I shut the door?
I want to know, want to know what would happen to you
You’d think that what you’re doing is wrong
And you’d know that I was right all along
And you’d think that what you’re doing is wrong
And you’d know that, that I was right all along
What would happen to you if I let you go?
What would happen to you if I shut the door?
What would happen to you?