I withhold the waters, then I send a flood
You have spiritual famine, I have endless love
all across the land
Woman, I’m your man
We are a mystery
And we are an instrument
More than merely plans or a one-night stand
All the others ran when I said I Am
And I’ve proved I can
Woman, I’m your man
I spoil all the counselors, and make judges fools
Then I build up houses, helping children rule
All should understand
Woman, I’m your man
We are a mystery
And we are an instrument
Not a helping hand when you’re in a jam
but your strummer and leader of the band
I’m where it began
Woman, I’m your man
I increase the nations, then take chiefs away
causing them to stagger with their feet of clay
Time for a new brand
Woman, I’m your man
We are a mystery
And we are an instrument
You get up to dance while they’re in a trance
It is not by chance, I am pure romance
You’re my biggest fan
Woman, I’m your man
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