My woman Washing her face with wine She sighs as high as you can scream She crosses oceans With eyes so mean so mean Like the summer wind I can feel her in me Whispering faster than I hear My woman, knows no fear Or rest No fear or rest She flirts on the couch like a river Beating my seeds And burning my feet My woman.
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