Hit A Woman (and she'll love you forever)

It seems it's sad and true,
Hit a woman
And she'll love you forever.
Heard them say, in a song once:
"If she knows your paper
You know she'll have to burn you".
So I'll take my heart cast in iron
Jeweled with bits of jade,
Because their hands are vandals
Obsessed with pulling things apart.
Let them dig their nails in
Oh, well, go and let them try
Because it's all one piece, fused
In shape in peace in part.
I keep a heavy heart
To keep my eyes and hand light
As to find the body's curve of
Whomever lies with me tonight.
"Don't be honest, never tell the truth"
Allow your wild hands to roam to
Whatever is offered to you.