Medicine Man

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I am a medicine man
Bring me your colors and I’ll fix them for you
When in the ground you said “I’m Sorry”
Ripped into pieces
I am not okay with this she says

Your hands are on my thighs again
Do I posses the strength
To tear off half your face
Before you do me in

I’m not a medicine man
Don’t bring me your colors just to fix them
When in the ground you said you’re sorry