There were a lot a things in his touch

Sometimes the slightest whisper

Oh it could hurt so much

I could feel him coming near me

His little noises and such

Then my man

Would lay his hands

On me

Oh yes he would

Oh he might touch me in a way

That a man should

Bring me to passions

MMM that only he could

And so summer that we meet

Whenever when ever he would

Then my man

Would lay his hands

On me

Oh

Oh the kindness and protection

MMM the tenderness and the care

When he was happy oh goodness me

But then when he was scare

Oh Oh when he was scared

Those hands took on a life a life undead

They where viscious and they where small

But they were big enough

To keep this woman's back

I ask the lord oh ah

Oh lord I didn't ask for it

Not a love or anything else

Not the years I spent in this world

Of a man that only loved himself

No I didn't ask for it oh god It's mine now

Those hands are in my mind and my soul

But lord it's you it's you and me

That makes the power

I will pity that I will pity that beautiful man and

Lord I'm going to bless his path

We were both just wounded children

Oh in a love thank

God it didn't last

There's a lot a thing's lord in your touch

Sometimes your slightest whisper

Moves me so much

Your grace and your forgiveness

Oh the who world and such

When my lord

Lay your hands

On me oh mmh mh mmh

When my god

Oh you rest your gentle loving hands

On me