| I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
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| tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
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| She was forty-three years old and as far as I know
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| had never yet been with a man
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| It’s not that she wasn’t attractive;
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| she was beautiful, but it was the way that she interacted
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| She was aggresively passive to the point where she
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| would’ve intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch it on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
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| she claimed it is what God resembled
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| but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
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| and this one she explained looked like the devil
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| I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
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| how the tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
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| as if anticipating when they’d be allowed to caress
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| the sweet flower that they both seemed too hungry (sweet flower)
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| Now maybe I was high but it felt so right
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| heaven and hell both take to this woman’s womb
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| It didn’t make sense how she could commence
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| touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
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| but if I’ve learned anything in my years (my years)
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| I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
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| but what happened next damn near stold my tears
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| the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
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| they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
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| and showed me why she never took some time with a man
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| they climbed deep inside of this woman’s garden
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| she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
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| I stepped I left and I don’t regret leaving
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| and I’d never forget all the things I saw that evening
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| a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
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| to understanding more about what intrigues me most
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| I didn’t get turned on I just got turned
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| I wasn’t as aroused as I was concerned
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| for each one of em I’ve hurt
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| and every time I’ve been burned
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| I’ve got a lot to teach but even more to learn
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| so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
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| about women taking in all she can
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| And for as long as I breathe I’ll save receipt in my memory
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| for that woman with the tattooed hands
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| (Chorus: repeat 5x till song fades)
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| There’s good and evil in each individual fire
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| Identifies needs and feeds our desire
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| As long as we keep our spirit inspired
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| She can bite her bottom lip all she wants |