[Verse 1]
On the back of a hand
Something about poetry
At the back of a throat
Something about luxury
You never want to leave
The local library

[Pre-Hook]
She always thought
That you might understand

[Hook]
Her name was Audre and
She had a lot to say
She didn’t bore me with her
Consummate display

[Verse 2]
Feel the back of a hand
Something about slavery
At the back of a throat
Something about a litany
You never want to leave
The local library


[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Touch the back of a hand
Something about infamy
From the back of a throat
Something about equality
You never want to leave
The local library

[Outro]
Her name was Audre and
She had a lot to say
But when the sickness came
It took her voice away