Huh?
How is it that you understand
So much of what I feel inside?
Do I lay myself so open
That I can be read like a hand?
Is there nothing that I can hide
From the prying eyes of you women?
Huh?
How is it that you understand
So much of what I feel inside?
Do I lay myself so open
That I can be read like a hand?
Is there nothing that I can hide
From the prying eyes of you women?
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