Shand saved my soul again last night, she bathed me in love.
She told me I was beautiful, and that I'd made her come alive.
She made me special perfume tea, when I'm bored, patisserie.
Put on music, Bob Marley, lay me back and fed me.
She read a poem by Baudelaire, sitting naked in a chair.
Her perfume filled the whole yard, and eased my empty soul.
She lit a fire later on, put her brown panties on.
I watched her as her beauty shone, and filled my tired heart.
Though I did my best and tried, sadness claimed me and I cried.
She wiped the wetness from my eyes, being kind, she said she didn't mind.
She drew a bath and washed me clean, then kneeling took me by degrees.
She held me till I went to sleep, put me on the 10th of day.
God, you work in wondrous ways, bless this girl for all her days.
When I'm old and tired and blue, I'll think of this day and smile.
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