| Jeanne saved my soul
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| Again last night
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| She bathed me in love
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| She told me I was beautiful
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| And I made her come a lot
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| She made me special perfumed tea
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| Went and bought patisserie
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| Put on music — Bob Marley
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| Lay me back
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| And fed me
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| She read a poem by Baudelaire
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| Sitting naked in a chair
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| Her perfume filled the holy air
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| And eased my tired heart
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| She lit a fire later on
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| Put her bra and panties on
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| I watched her as her beauty shone
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| And filled my empty soul
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| And though I did my best and tried
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| Sadness claimed me and I cried
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| She wiped the wetness from my eyes
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| Being kind
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| She said she didn’t mind
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| She drew a bath and washed me clean
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| Then kneeling took me by degrees
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| She held me till I went to sleep
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| Then put me on the 10:15
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| God you work in wondrous ways
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| Bless this girl for all her days
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| And when I’m old and tired and grey
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| I’ll think of this day
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| Smiling |