| There were a lot a things, in his touch
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| Sometimes the slightest whisper
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| Oh, it could hurt so much
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| I could feel him coming near me
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| His little noises and such
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| Then my man
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| Would lay his hands
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| On me
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| Ooh… yes he would
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| Oh he might touch me in a way
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| That a man should
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| Bring me to passions
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| Mmm, that only he could
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| And so summer that we meet
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| Whenever when ever he would
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| Then my man
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| Would lay his hands
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| On me
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| Ooh…
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| Oh, the kindness and protection
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| The tenderness and the care
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| When he was happy, ooh goodness me
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| But when he was scare
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| Oh oh, when he was scared
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| Those hands took on a life, a life undead
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| They where vicious and they where small
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| But they were big enough
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| To keep this woman’s back
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| I ask the lord, oh ah
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| Oh lord, I didn’t ask for it
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| Not a love or anything else
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| Not the years I spent in this world
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| Of a man that only loved himself
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| No I didn’t ask for it, oh god, it’s mine now
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| Those hands are in my mind and my soul
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| But lord, it’s you, it’s you and me that makes the power
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| I will pity that I will pity that beautiful man
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| And Lord, I’m going to bless his path
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| We were both, just wounded children
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| Ooh, in a love thank god it didn’t last
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| There’s a lot a thing’s, lord, in your touch
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| Sometimes your slightest whisper, moves me so much
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| Your grace and your forgiveness oh, the who world and such
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| When my lord
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| Lay your hands
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| On me, oh mmh mh mmh
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| When my god
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| Oh, you rest your gentle lovin' hands
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| On me |