Grace Potter And The Nocturnals
Sweet Hands
Tuesday night feet on the floor keys in hand headed out that door I look to you but you don’t look back there’s a slow train coming with a clickety-clack
come on baby give it to me if I chase you’re running up that tree seems there’s nothing I can do to get a little bit of love from the hands of you
you’ve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande and if you love me you’ve got to love me right so take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
it’s like touch and go without the touch it’s all I ask but it’s still too much you’ve got to love me tender you’ve got to love me tough but what you’re giving me just ain’t enough
you’ve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande and if you love me you’ve got to love me right so take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
Tuesday night feet on the floor keys in hand headed out that door I look to you but you don’t look back there’s a slow train coming with a clickety-clack
you’ve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande and if you love me you’ve got to love me right so take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
From Letras Mania