The look of hunger in a woman with heat
Is enough to lift an old man from his knees
Like the piece of a puzzle he's been lookin' for
He was leaning' to dyin' now he's comin' back for more.
The look of a woman when she gets you alone
You can't see what's comin' but there's blood in your bones.
There's powder in your pocket and ships in your sea
Well it doesn't often happen but it happened to me.
Then she goes back to her man
Back to her man
Back to, back to her man.
There's a look of war in the way that you go
But the lead in your arrow is loose, don't you know?
And all that you've got is lost in the game
Of picking your own pockets for someone to blame.
There may be nothin' above the art of love
Depending on who you're dreaming of
And you can't escape when it feels like rape
But who's raping who?
Then she goes back to her man
Back to her man
Back to, back to her man
She don't love him
She don't love him no more
Love him, love him
She don't love her man
She don't love
She goes back to her man
Back her man
Back to, back to her man
