Hawksley Workman
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What a woman (x6)
The quiet air planers hear
The sound of change
As it's rattling in my ears
What a woman (x6)
What a woman could drag up from the mud?
For those of us who never have been touched (x3)
What a woman (x3)
What a woman could drag up from the mud
What a woman (x12)