It's the touch of a man that sometimes calms a woman,
It's not the touch of a friend
nor is it the touch of family
But the touch of familiarity,
He whom she cares about and
He who also cares about her

She returns to an empty room
and places her hand on the dressing table
while looking in the mirror
All she sees is herself
She misses the man who was in the reflection

She takes off her jewellery
and places it back into the drawer
while changing into her nightgown
All she feels is herself
She misses the man who unraveled her

She proceeds to take a glass of wine
and rests herself on the sofa
while slowly unwinding
All she thinks about is him
Since he's been away
She's seen lesser of him
(Heard lesser of him)

She struggles to retain her composure...
But she languishes into tears...

It's the touch of a man that sometimes calms a woman...