he used to say that my hair was black
and that my toenails were red
his hands were bigger than mine
because he was an older guy
i ain't no mysterious
he just couldn't figure me out
there have many ways to know me
maybe he never saw me this serious
he didn't knew me, oh he never did
thought i was his catwoman
with my body shapped on his hands
far away from his lands
and i have to say to myself everyday
what he did to me
whispers of love in the air
so distant from the end
and i have to say to mysef everyday
what he did to me
what he did to me...
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
he used to say that my hair was black
and that my toenails were red
his hands were bigger than mine
because he was an older guy
i ain't no mysterious
he just couldn't figure me out
there have many ways to know me
maybe he never saw me this serious
he didn't knew me, oh he never did
thought i was his catwoman
with my body shapped on his hands
far away from his lands
and i have to say to myself everyday
what he did to me
whispers of love in the air
so distant from the end
and i have to say to mysef everyday
what he did to me
what he did to me...
i'm back
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