(verse 1)
   I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
   tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
   she was forty three years old and as far as I know
   had never yet been with a man
   its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful
   but its the way that she interacted
   she was aggresively passive to the point where she
   would of intimidated any myth that ever tryed to cacth it
   on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
   she claimed it is what God resembled
   but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
   and this one she explained looked like the devil
   I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
   how the tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
   as if anticipating when they'de be alive and caressed
   sweet flower that they both seemed ta hung with (sweet flower)
   now maybe I was high but it felt so right
   heaven and hell both take till this womans warm
   it didn't make sense how she could-commence
   touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
   but if I've learned anything in my years (my years)
   I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
   but what happened next damn near stold my tears
   the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
   they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
   and showed me why she never took some time with a man
   they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
   she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
   I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
   and I'd never forget all the things I saw that evening
   a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
   to understanding more about what intrigues me most
   I didn't get turned on I just got turned
   I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
   for each one of em I've hurt
   and every time I think burned
   I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
   so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
   about women taking in all she can
   and for as long as I breath I'de stay receting my memory
   for that woman with the tattooed hands
  
   (chorus: repeat 5x till song fades)
   There's good an evil in each individual find
   dentifies needs and feeds I desire
   as long as we keep our spirit inspired
   she can bite her bottom lip all she wants