| Lately I’ve been looking through the windows of my soul
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| And I can see there’s not much left to hold
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| Just an empty space surrounded by the pieces of
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| A badly broken heart that’s forgotten how to love
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| A tender hand to fix it up
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| Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| When I look in the mirror, the only thing I see
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| Are traces of the man I used to be
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| Late at night I hear it, it cannot be denied
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| A lonely voice is crying out from somewhere deep inside
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| A tender hand to fix it up
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| Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| A tender hand to fix it up
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| Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| Yeah, its rough and ragged edges
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| Sure could use some love
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| What my heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| What my poor heart needs is a woman’s touch
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| A woman’s touch |