THE WOMAN IS WOOD

The woman is wood
She has no name
Unlike any ply
She’s like a picture frame
But when she walks
You’ll see the light
She’s like a china doll
Dressed up right

It’s what you want
A hammer & a nail
Whoa-The woman is wood

The woman is wood
A caribbean shore
She’s like a freight train
Behind closed doors
But when she talks
It’s like an angel’s voice
& Then you ain’t got no choice