歌曲 | The Woman with the Tattooed Hands |
歌手 | Atmosphere |
专辑 | Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Slug | |
I used to know this woman | |
Who had the most beautiful tattoos | |
On the top sides of both of her hands | |
She was forty-three years old and as far as | |
I knowHad never yet been with a man | |
It's not that she wasn't attractive | |
She was beautiful but it was the way that she interacted | |
She was aggressively passive to the point | |
Where she would've intimidated any mitt | |
That ever tried to catch it | |
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl | |
She claimed it is what | |
God resembled | |
But on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female | |
And this one she explained looked like the devil | |
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts | |
How the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach | |
As if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress | |
The sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger(Sweet flower) | |
Now maybe | |
I was high but it felt so right | |
Heaven and | |
Hell both take to this woman's womb | |
It didn't make sense how she could commence | |
Touching herself with me wide awake in the same room | |
But if I've learned anything in my years(My years) | |
I learned | |
I no longer believe in surprise(In surprise) | |
But what happened next damn near stoled my tears | |
The tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes | |
They both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands | |
And showed me why she never took some time with a man | |
They climbed deep inside of this woman's garden | |
She closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip | |
I stepped | |
I left and | |
I don't regret leaving | |
And I'll never forget all the things | |
I saw that evening | |
A glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer | |
To understanding more about what intrigues me most | |
I didn't get turned on | |
I just got turned | |
I wasn't as aroused as | |
I was concerned | |
For each one of 'em | |
I've hurt and every time | |
I've been burned | |
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn | |
So now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all | |
I canAbout women taking in all she can | |
And for as long as | |
I breathe | |
I'll save receipt | |
In my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands | |
There's good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants | |
There's good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants | |
There's good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants... |
zuo qu : Slug | |
I used to know this woman | |
Who had the most beautiful tattoos | |
On the top sides of both of her hands | |
She was fortythree years old and as far as | |
I knowHad never yet been with a man | |
It' s not that she wasn' t attractive | |
She was beautiful but it was the way that she interacted | |
She was aggressively passive to the point | |
Where she would' ve intimidated any mitt | |
That ever tried to catch it | |
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl | |
She claimed it is what | |
God resembled | |
But on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female | |
And this one she explained looked like the devil | |
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts | |
How the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach | |
As if anticipating when they' d be allowed to caress | |
The sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger Sweet flower | |
Now maybe | |
I was high but it felt so right | |
Heaven and | |
Hell both take to this woman' s womb | |
It didn' t make sense how she could commence | |
Touching herself with me wide awake in the same room | |
But if I' ve learned anything in my years My years | |
I learned | |
I no longer believe in surprise In surprise | |
But what happened next damn near stoled my tears | |
The tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes | |
They both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands | |
And showed me why she never took some time with a man | |
They climbed deep inside of this woman' s garden | |
She closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip | |
I stepped | |
I left and | |
I don' t regret leaving | |
And I' ll never forget all the things | |
I saw that evening | |
A glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer | |
To understanding more about what intrigues me most | |
I didn' t get turned on | |
I just got turned | |
I wasn' t as aroused as | |
I was concerned | |
For each one of ' em | |
I' ve hurt and every time | |
I' ve been burned | |
I' ve got a lot to teach but even more to learn | |
So now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all | |
I canAbout women taking in all she can | |
And for as long as | |
I breathe | |
I' ll save receipt | |
In my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands | |
There' s good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants | |
There' s good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants | |
There' s good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants... |
zuò qǔ : Slug | |
I used to know this woman | |
Who had the most beautiful tattoos | |
On the top sides of both of her hands | |
She was fortythree years old and as far as | |
I knowHad never yet been with a man | |
It' s not that she wasn' t attractive | |
She was beautiful but it was the way that she interacted | |
She was aggressively passive to the point | |
Where she would' ve intimidated any mitt | |
That ever tried to catch it | |
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl | |
She claimed it is what | |
God resembled | |
But on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female | |
And this one she explained looked like the devil | |
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts | |
How the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach | |
As if anticipating when they' d be allowed to caress | |
The sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger Sweet flower | |
Now maybe | |
I was high but it felt so right | |
Heaven and | |
Hell both take to this woman' s womb | |
It didn' t make sense how she could commence | |
Touching herself with me wide awake in the same room | |
But if I' ve learned anything in my years My years | |
I learned | |
I no longer believe in surprise In surprise | |
But what happened next damn near stoled my tears | |
The tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes | |
They both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands | |
And showed me why she never took some time with a man | |
They climbed deep inside of this woman' s garden | |
She closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip | |
I stepped | |
I left and | |
I don' t regret leaving | |
And I' ll never forget all the things | |
I saw that evening | |
A glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer | |
To understanding more about what intrigues me most | |
I didn' t get turned on | |
I just got turned | |
I wasn' t as aroused as | |
I was concerned | |
For each one of ' em | |
I' ve hurt and every time | |
I' ve been burned | |
I' ve got a lot to teach but even more to learn | |
So now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all | |
I canAbout women taking in all she can | |
And for as long as | |
I breathe | |
I' ll save receipt | |
In my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands | |
There' s good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants | |
There' s good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants | |
There' s good and evil in each individual fire | |
Identifies needs and feeds our desire | |
As long as we keep our spirit inspired | |
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants... |