Turn me to clay
Turn me to clay
Turn me to clay
Lift up my spirits, wash my shadows away
Shape my body and shape my soul
I am the paper, be the charcoal
Destiny could not dream a woman like you
With mind so brilliant and body so blue
So wash over me, soften my skin
Make me holy, make me sin
Fill me to the brim and stretch me thin.
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