The way a woman moves
 

Can't put my finger on it, wouldn't know where to begin,

But I know it when I see it and I know that it's a gift,

A gift that's like no other, God, she puts me in the mood,

There's something made in heaven in the way a woman moves.

Can't find it in a portrait, nor in a photograph,

It's in the rhythm of her soul, her hips, her legs, her laugh,

Just hanging out her washing she can detonate my fuse,

There's something made in heaven in the way a woman moves.

Can't ever quench my appetite, can't ever get my fill,

Knocked on the door of paradise and Eros said 'Come in,'

Since then she's had my number this dream in high heel shoes,

There's something made in heaven in the way a woman moves.

© Joseph G Dawson