You are are a woman of melting wax
With fire in your heart,
And hands,
And soul.
Who am I to box you up
To take you home
And call you candle
Or even light of my life?
You are are a woman of melting wax
With fire in your heart,
And hands,
And soul.
Who am I to box you up
To take you home
And call you candle
Or even light of my life?