Painted upon her empty canvas 

Used me to get her advances. 

I was lost she made me feel found 

She was distressed but I made her sound. 

We were going through the motions 

But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean: 

Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea 

Please send a woman who’ll love me.


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