Freehand

I couldn't wait for no man Divided your face in freehand, because Oh, there's context Oh, there's context in our love Riding away on horseback Carving a name, the romance had gone Oh, here's context in our love Oh, there's context on our love Oh, there's context in our love Oh, there's context in our love Rolled on your instep, firing in ways that I won't Hiding your waist and probably placed that I don't Oh, there's contact Oh, there's contact