Freehand

I couldn't wait for no man Divided your face in freehand because There's context in our love Riding away on horseback Carving a name the romance had gone There's context in our love There's context in our love There's context in our love 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