Some of you fellas
Been runnin' after women for years
You don't give your woman enough thought, no
And you don't shed no tears
But now you're peepin' in the window
Trying to catch her unrobe
'Cause Johnnie Taylor got your mind upset
With that "Who's Making Love" song

You're worrying, wondering what she's doing
And is she cheatin' on you?
But as sure as you can do it, brother
She can do it too

Honey, you won't miss what you can't measure
Go on and have a little pleasure
It's alright, you won't miss what you can't measure

Listen, girls
Sometime you're wrong
Lipstick on a man's collar now
Don't mean he's done wrong
A man will run around
And have a little fun
But he'll be back
With no damage done
You wonder and worry about what he's doing
And is he cheatin' on you?
But as sure as you do it now, sister
He might do it too

But you won't miss what you can't measure
Go on and have a little pleasure
It's alright 'cause you can't miss what you can't measure

No, you won't miss what you can't measure
You can measure water
And you can tell where it's gone
But you can't measure love
And I don't worry 'bout it
'Cause I don't worry, miss, what I can't measure
No, no