It's not that I don't want to get to know you
or spend time talking about your past loves
or discover the names of your siblings
or learn your favourite album
and film
and brand of cigarettes
it's that I already saw straight through all that
right into your terrified little heart
bravely trying to be the woman in the city
with the right life and the right friends and the right job
and pretending not to feel the strain of
being without the right man
I saw your wounds
the wounds we all had
and I know exactly what to do with those love
I have magic hands