Songtext von Terrible Hands

don't touch me with your terrible hands you don't know me still your terrible hands taint all of which your little heart desires you're so sold you can't see you're so sold that you can't see terrible hands are keeping you from listening to me T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S terrible hands can't think for themselves terrible hands sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la yeah i was fine with everything up until gretchen got all up in my grill superfriends with colored lips make shitty diplomats you're a girlfriend (no) a punching bag you're a puppet in a masquerade but funny looks on a sunny day is all i wanna say to you except we don't owe you shit stay out of our business what part of fuck off don't you understand terrible hands sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la terrible hands sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la you're so sold you can't see you're so sold that you can't see terrible hands are keeping you from listening to me T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S terrible hands can't think for themselves terrible hands sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la terrible hands sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la terrible hands sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S terrible hands terrible hands yeah!