On the back of a hand
Something about poetry.
At the back of a throat
Something about luxury.
You never want to leave the
local library.
She always thought that you
might understand.
Her name was Audre and
she had a lot to say.
She didn’t bore me with her
consummate display.
Feel the back of a hand
about slavery.
At the back of a throat
Something about a litany.
You never want to leave the
local library.
She always hoped that you
might understand.
Her name was Audre and
she had a lot to say.
She didn’t bore me with her
consummate display.
Touch the back of a hand —
Something about infamy.
From the back of a throat
Something about equality.
You never want to leave the
local library.
Her name was Audre and
she had a lot to say
But when the sickness came
it took her voice away.
compositores: Paul Smith
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