Back To Her Man

The look of hunger in a woman with heat
Is enough to lift an old man from his knees
Like the piece of a puzzle
He's been looking for
He was leaning to dying
Now he's coming back for more

The look of a woman
When she gets you alone
You can't see what's coming
But there's blood in your bones
There's powder in your pocket
And ships in your sea
Well it doesn't often happen
But it happened to me

Then she goes back to her man
Back to her man
Back to, back to her man

There's a look of war in the way that you go
But the lead in your arrow is loose, don't you know?
And all that you've got is lost in the game
Of picking your own pockets for someone to blame

There may be nothing above the art of love
Depending on who you're dreaming of
And you can't escape
When it feels like rape
But who's raping who?

Then she goes back to her man
Back to her man
Back to, back to her man

She goes back to her man
Back to her man
Back to, back to her man

She don't love him
She don't love him no more
She don't love him, love him, she don't love him
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