Atmosphere The Woman With The Tattooed Hands Lyrics

The Woman With The Tattooed Hands Lyrics

I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful



tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands



She was forty-three years old and as far as I know



had 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 aggresively passive to the point where she



would've intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch it



on the right hand she had a tattooe 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 tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach



as if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress



the sweet flower that they both seemed too hungry (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 stold my tears



the tattooes 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'd 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 can



about 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







(Chorus: repeat 5x till song fades)



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