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I've seen you, baby, with another boyYes another, only nine years oldDon't you think the difference shows?I'm only twenty-eight, babyAnd I have a little style, alrightI've experienced just a few little thingsI could make it in a whileIf you let me hold your handShake your hand, hold your handAlright, I'm a loser, babyI don't wear short pants and socksDon't have a lot of curly hairTumbling down in golden locksMaybe you'll have a way with himHow should I really know?But if you have a way with meThen baby, please let it showCome onShake my hand, shake my handShake my hand, hold my handLetras de cancionesI've seen your blood boiling, babyWhen I accused you of stealing childrenBut you're, you're, you don't like the liesYou don't like it, baby, and I put you in the wildernessThrown you among the thistles, babyDown among the brown weedsTo see you running with those youngstersMakes a smart man bleedOh, let me hold your handHold your hand, hold your handHold your handJust one little note to you, babyWritten on an exercise book before I goLittle blue one, you never seen beforeLines from the top and lines to the bottomWritten in bright red inkIt says, 'The teacher stinks'Forty-five and with a boy of nineShe wants to get with somebody who can really do timeAnd shake her handShake her hand, shake her handShake her hand, hold her handShake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yoursShake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yoursShake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yoursShake her hand From Letras Mania