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MAN WHAT A WOMAN
Waking the neighbors,
we quiet it down.
A broom brooms the ceiling,
she don't make no sound, my woman.
God has the first word,
man laughs the last.
We bury the hatchet
into his back.
What grows in the dark
must be brought to light.
One year to the day,
sound asleep in the pines, my woman.
Man, what a woman.
I'm not for sale,
I'll never sign.
Clocks stoop around
the body of time,
the sound is terrible,
it won't leave my mind,
Their dinner my memory,
they leave nothing behind, my woman.
One for the happy,
two for the old,
three to get married,
and four just to know my woman.
Man, what a woman.
DAS - Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
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