If you grow up the type of woman
Men want to look at
You can let them look at you
Do not mistake eyes for hands
Or windows
Or mirrors
Let them see what the woman looks like
They may not have ever seen one before
If you grow up tha type of woman men want to touch
You can let them touch you
Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for
Sometimes it is about
A door
A sandwich
Another woman
But their hands found you
Do not mistake yourself for a guardian
Or a muse
Or a promise
Or a victim
Or a snack, you are a woman
Skin and bones
Veins and nerves, hair and sweat
You are not made of metaphors
Not apologizes
Not excuses
If you grow up tha type of woman men want to hold
You can let them hold you
All day
Don City - Songs in the Key of You (Intro) [Poem by Sarah Kay] Lyrics
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If you grow up the type of woman
Men want to look at
You can let them look at you
Do not mistake eyes for hands
Or windows
Or mirrors
Let them see what the woman looks like
They may not have ever seen one before
If you grow up tha type of woman men want to touch
You can let them touch you
Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for
Sometimes it is about
A door
A sandwich
Another woman
But their hands found you
Do not mistake yourself for a guardian
Or a muse
Or a promise
Or a victim
Or a snack, you are a woman
Skin and bones
Veins and nerves, hair and sweat
You are not made of metaphors
Not apologizes
Not excuses
If you grow up tha type of woman men want to hold
You can let them hold you
All day
Men want to look at
You can let them look at you
Do not mistake eyes for hands
Or windows
Or mirrors
Let them see what the woman looks like
They may not have ever seen one before
If you grow up tha type of woman men want to touch
You can let them touch you
Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for
Sometimes it is about
A door
A sandwich
Another woman
But their hands found you
Do not mistake yourself for a guardian
Or a muse
Or a promise
Or a victim
Or a snack, you are a woman
Skin and bones
Veins and nerves, hair and sweat
You are not made of metaphors
Not apologizes
Not excuses
If you grow up tha type of woman men want to hold
You can let them hold you
All day
Writer: Sarah Kay
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid