D . .. . . . . . .C
Met her in a bar one night
D . . . . . . . . . . . . .C
Every - thing was right
D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C
She smiled her eyes so pretty bright
D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .C
They made up for the lack of light
G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .D
In a bar, -- so otherwise cold.
We danced so close and slow
Talked about the things we know
Had some drinks and watched the show
Joked around till we had to go
And I wanted to take her home.
She started to leave and she said goodbye
It wasn’t what I planned
I shook the sweat from my face
And reached out my hand
She put her phone number in it.
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A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
She’s a woman and she knows she could
A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
She’s a woman and she knows she should
A
Still, she hesitates
D
And, she makes me wait
Bm
It was her mother’s wish
C
Nurtured in gentleness
Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .D
That makes her so -- different from the rest.
C ..... G ..... D
I called her up, she didn’t seem shy
We went to dinner, both got high
I took a chance and asked her why
She wouldn’t give my home a try
She smiled and said let’s go.
I made some drinks and we sat down
Played some music while we unwound
We talked and teased and fooled around
I was so sure my sweet caress
Could make her share her tenderness
I let my hand sift through her hair
She laid her head on my chest
I touched her lips with a kiss
And her passion, it rose high
I wanted us to fly
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She wanted me, I could tell
But she had a need to rebel
Separate from the other girls
Who spin their bodies in a whirl
She couldn’t just say yes
She wanted desperately to please
She didn’t want to leave
Her body said now, but her values said no
It wasn’t just for show
She’s a woman caught in between.
She asked me if I would wait
Even though she knew it was late
When it was right, she’d spend the night
And we would float in morning’s light
How could I say no?
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The modern woman doesn’t care
The modern woman always shares
She doesn’t have any rules
She’s lost all her pretty jewels
She does whatever she wants
Freedom lifts tradition’s veil
Freedom unlocks her doors
But freedom has its price to pay
When there’s nothing left to hide away
And you’re so naked in the sun.
A man needs to cultivate
A man needs time to relate
He doesn’t think he can go it slow
But love needs time to grow
And, it’s up to her to know.
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James K. Richardson