There were a lot of things in his touch; sometimes the slightest whisper could hurt so much
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Could feel him coming nearer
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His little noises and such
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And then my man
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Would lay his hands on me
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He might touch me the way a man should sometimes
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Bring me to passion that only he could
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Answers on earthly
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When ever he would
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When my man would lay his hands on me
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All the kindness and protection
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The tenderness and the care
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When he was happy goodness me
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But then when he was scared
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Those hands they took on a life undid
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They where vicious and they where small
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But big enough to keep this woman¡¯s back against the wall
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Lord, I didn¡¯t ask for it
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Not the love or anything else
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Not that you spent in the world a man
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That only loved himself
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I didn¡¯t ask for it
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But god it is my now
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Those hands are in my mind and soul
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But lord it is you and me that make their power
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I will pity that beautiful man
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And lord I will bless his pants (parents?)
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We where both just one day children
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And a love that they got didn¡¯t last
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There¡¯s a lot of things in Lord your touch
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Sometimes your slightest whisper moves me so much
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Your grace and your forgiveness
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a whole world of such
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When you, you lay your hands on me
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Yes when you Lord rest your gentle hands on me
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His Hands
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| Bonnie Prince Billy |
