The world does move on a woman’s hips

The world does move on a woman’s hips

The restrictions we put on our selves
These tender little hooks we hang ourselves from
Lost in the trance – of your swaying hips
And the quick glance – cut of tongue
through her lips – feeling enhanced

how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be all gone
how I long for this emptiness to be all wrong
Why is it always like it is
how It is - always like it is
always like it is - how it is in that song

Cause I look at your pants and I need
this rush of blood - to get out of my head – can’t get you out of my head
rupture release the quick one – while they’re away
And no I’m not ok – and yes you wear me out
One look at you – and I know what the answers are
What the answers
What the answers are all about

I know now without any doubt
That the world moves on a woman’s hips
And she holds all the cards
So clever with her tricks
how to set the sun
put my mind at ease
and send me adrift
there is no doubt
the world moves on a woman’s hips

and those tiny promises – held so close to one’s chest
with their pithy – antics and magnified semantics
the admiration of keeping honest secrets of the accused
forgetting a kiss is just a kiss and a lie just there to amuse
in moments like these – I mean in the end - someone always has to cry
someone’s always left used

Ohh now – how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be gone
Ohh now – how I long for this emptiness to be wrong