Walks Like a Man
She was out late one night in a different part of town
She'd done a good line or two and was looking to party down
she found herself in a new club, a new vibe, a whole new crowd
and the music it was smokin'. The music it was loud.
He was a tiger. He'd seen her a million times before she'd seen him once.
She could feel the moment, when he singled her out
dancing on the crowded floor the entire world shut out
he gave her time to feel at home, time to find her groove
let her have a drink or two before he made his move
Oblivious to the danger, she smiled at the stranger, the man with dark, dark eyes
He walks like a man
He talks like a man
He feels like a man
But he's not a man . . .
He awakened demons inside her, she didn't know she had
a prisoner of his gaze, this tall and strange nomad
Her friends would have warned her but none of them were around
she was taken without making a sound
She never watched the news, she was a stranger to this town
He walks like a man
He talks like a man
He smells like a man
but he is not a man . . .
He needs her eyes to see
he needs her lungs to breathe
he doesn't exist unless he's in her mind
He needs her heart to feel
he needs her tongue to taste
she didn't know this about his kind
He knew everything about her, plucked it from her eyes
he saw through her pretense and stripped away her disguise
He worked his way in now she's conquered from within
and he walks around in her skin
Now he walks like a man
He talks like a man
He looks like a man
but he's not a man . . .
words and music by J Franklin Evans
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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