All I need to know is Where to stop Take my hand and show me forever So never will I ever let you go That we carved in stone When I wake up to your footsteps As you get up out of bed They make a sound that sounds so simple But dances in my head

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

Friends will be friends When you're in need of love they give you care and attention When you're through with life and all hope is lost Right till the end Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends It's so easy now, 'cause you got friends you can

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Goin', girl? Where do you think you're goin' Where do you think you're goin'? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips

Rain, rain, rain Take away my darkest days Take this hand of sorrow Return me for I feel they're here to stay Divided soul Of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots

Let me show you how it’s done We can start with the touch of a hand like a movie scene Moving into the weight that you’ve been wanting to put on me There is no need to be nervous, I know you been looking for love, so Yeah, I can show you how it’s done