i'll be your woman with unwavering eyes Aflame with the spirits and the mysteries of life The hands of a healer and a samurai I'll be your woman and you can be mine.
I'll be the gypsy on a path through the trees The deal maker with front row seats Who turns from the armchair and the picket line I'll be your woman and you can be mine.
Not your princess, not your stallion- an ambiguous complex creature Not your teacher, not your shivering doll- But hunkier than your neighbor Not your mummy, not your daddy- I'm over being daddy Not your stallion, don't you lay down- Get yourself a sailor
I'll be the mirror where you are a queen Your fellow magician of the waking dream Hung with a hammer and a glass of wine I'll be your woman and you can be mine.