freehand

i couldn't wait for no man

divided your face in freehand

because

oh there's context

oh there's context in our love

riding away on horseback

carving a name

the romance had gone

oh

there's context in our love

oh

there's context in our love

oh

there's context in our love

oh

there's context in our love

rolled on your instep

firing in ways that i won't

hiding your waist and

probably placed that i don't

oh

there's contact

oh

there's contact