What Every Woman Wants - Proverbs 5

Robin Mark

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    She is dreaming of her Adonis,
    He¹s a tall and handsome man
    He works somewhere in the city
    For a dealer from Japan
    And he will often bring her flowers
    And occasionally they'll dine
    In a small familiar restaurant
    Where they pass a pleasant time.

    And his heart's desire is that the flame
    And fire of their love will never die
    And if sometimes she feels a little down at heel,
    well she knows he'll never mind
    For he doesn't care if her tangled hair
    Doesn't shine like some Mary Quant
    And to her it seems, this man of her dreams
    Is what every woman wants.

    He is dreaming of a woman
    And her hair is fiery red
    And it tumbles on her pillow,
    Where she's lying in their bed
    She will give her love completely,
    There's abandon in her arms
    There's a recklessness embracing
    And submission in her charms.

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    And she doesn't mind if he's feeling tired,
    When he comes home late from work
    Or if all his plans fail, she'll understand
    For she knows his pride is hurt
    And she'll not compare, no she wouldn¹t dare
    And she'll never tease or taunt
    And of her, he dreams, 'cause she makes him feel,
    He¹s what every woman wants.

    Well then he looks up from his paper
    And he catches in her eyes
    Some sweet sparkle of remembrance
    that he barely recognise
    If she knew what he'd been thinking,
    Or if his thoughts to her were clear
    In his heart a pain is aching,
    On her cheek there falls a tear.

    And the spoken word that they seldom heard,
    Starts to flow like a crystal stream
    And the whispered prayer that they'd lost to care,
    Starts to banish alll those dreams
    And the loving touch, that they missed so much,
    What they really knew all along
    Was in their Father's hand, it was always planned,
    They¹d have everything they want.

    And with downcast eye they will realise
    All those wasted, wanting times
    Where a hostage made to a debt once paid
    By the loving heart of Christ
    And as His Spirit flows in their hearts they know,
    They won't need those dreams that haunt
    For in His eyes they see they'll never need,
    He is everything they want.

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