Words are all I have for hands
So gimmie a hand or four for loving you
I could write out all the places
They would walk....all the sweetness
They would breathe
All the comfort they would offer you
All the joy we know they'd bring
Words are weaker than my hands
And rougher also too
There's no words that'll muss your hair
Or dress you down to bare
There's no words that'll hold your waist
Or cup that place right there
It's hard to hug you real.....real good baby
With just my hands
This metaphor is breaking down
But I can build this poem up by hand
So baby this ones for you
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