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Don't start with me now, the handles are yours
You'll see through me still like the bibles on your shelves
Your eyes, they carry you up, but it's just mine you'll find up here
Are you truly the only one with your smile?

Can't you see that it's all poured out?
It's not late enough for your last
Can't you see that it's all poured out?
I'm out

My chest is kept shut closed, but the scent travels to
I know you long for it girl, every time you see me
When my arms wrap around your body, and you take it with you
Do i see things in your eyes? i still fall short by the years

And then you go, you go back
To the bed of your man
Redolent of my musk, you go back
To the bed of your man