Out of Reach

She is not like other girls

Wearing sheepskin on her feet

Cleans her hair with palm tree oils

But she’s never seen the beach

Conversations deep

As oceans breach beneath the sands

But every time you think you’ve caught her hand

She just slips

Right out of reach

Out of reach

She is not like other girls

Wearing venom on her lips

Don’t forget to rub it in

And seal them with a kiss

We have talked for days and days

Of love and life, our plans

But, every time you think you’ve cause her hand

She just slips

Right out of reach

Out of reach