Epicure

Your hands like a mother's
Sweet chunk of hands
Your hands are like lovers
Hands over, man

Look at me, in me, through me
Please, fix your eyes
Touch my face and feel me, hold me
See through my disguise

Please don't deny me
Of what I could've had
Don't try to tell me
Show me instead
Please don't deny me
The pleasures that we know
Don't try to tell me
Just let it show
(Instead)

Your hands like a mother's
Sweet chunk of hands
Your hands like a lover's
Hands over, man

Will you follow my intention?
Please, let me see
The truth behind your cool perfection
Give it all to me

And please don't remind me
Of what I could've had
Don't try to tell me
Show me instead
Please don't deny me
The pleasures that we know
Don't try to tell me
Just let it show
Please don't deny me
Please don't deny me
Please don't deny me
Please don't deny me
Of what I could've had
Don't try to tell me
Show me instead
(Instead...)