I used to know this woman   Who had the most beautiful tattoos   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      It's not that she wasn't attractive   She was beautiful but it was the way that she interacted   She was aggressively passive to the point   Where she would've intimidated any mitt   That ever tried to catch it      On the right hand she had a tattoo 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 tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach   As if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress   The sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger   (Sweet flower)      Now maybe I was high but it felt so right   Heaven and Hell both take to this woman's womb   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 stoled my tears      The tattoos 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'll 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've been 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 breathe I'll save receipt   In my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands      There's good and evil in each individual fire   Identifies needs and feeds our desire   As long as we keep our spirit inspired   She can bite her bottom lip all she wants      There's good and evil in each individual fire   Identifies needs and feeds our desire   As long as we keep our spirit inspired   She can bite her bottom lip all she wants      There's good and evil in each individual fire   Identifies needs and feeds our desire   As long as we keep our spirit inspired   She can bite her bottom lip all she wants   ...