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 leanin' 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
