Not Woman, I die
If you don't see me I gone.

You don't feel me,
Between your arms
Between my legs.
You could never sing me
Your no woman, no cry.

Without tongue, without touch
How is a Woman to know she is wanted?
Without tongue, without touch
A Good Woman continues the dance
Enjoying the curves and crevices She possesses.

Without tongue but with cheek.
No Woman, no cry.