[verse 1]
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I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
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tattoos 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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its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful
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but its the way that she interacted
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she was aggressively passive to the point where she
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would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her
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on the right hand she had a tattoo 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 tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach
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as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress
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the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (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 womans 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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now 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 stole my tears
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the tattoos 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'll 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 Woman taking in all she can
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and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat 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 desires
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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
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The Woman With The Tattooed Hands
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