A Woman's Mind

I've hungered for your touch, so feel me

For you my dear I'd sever my head

Without you my dear I'd rather be dead

I need you, to need me, so heal me

For you my dear I'd sever my head

Without you my dear I'd rather be dead

Old, I'm getting old

Passing these years through the eyes of a woman's mind

I'm waiting still naked, so touch me

For you my dear I'd sever my head

Without you my dear I'd rather be dead

Old, I'm getting old

Passing these years through the eyes of a woman's mind

I'm lonely without you, so use me

For you my dear I'd sever my head

Without you my dear I'd rather be dead

Old, I'm getting old

Passing these years through the eyes of a woman's mind

Of a woman's mind

Of a woman's mind