Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

My heart retires far early Away these foreign lands She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye A gold breath on a wire A sing soft sail in the other room A red hot cleansing fire My cold feet warm in a straight line Dancing Spanish Hands She's a yellow girl,

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said 'Till I finally died which started the whole world living Oh if I'd only seen that the joke was on me I started a joke which started the

And your hands bring me sweet lavender 'Cause your love calms my brambles Oh, your love clams my brambles Oh, oh, oh, oh Please come gather me oh, please come gather me oh Please come gather me, my darling Sun is dancing, my darling Arms been holding me

I can see my baby swinging His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing I can see my sweet boy swaying He's crazy Cubano como yo, la la Move baby, move baby, I'm in love Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love On the balcony and

Intestinal crank And the crank will turn Drawing out the guts I will die in pain Disemboweled alive Butchers drag me to the rack Bind my hands to the bar Legs are fastened to the table Hooded man unsheathes his knife

Hands, in the, air, now! I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! Aye, all my

Going down. I'm going down 'Cause you aint around, baby. I'm going down. Time on my hands since you've been away boy I ain't got no plans no, no, no, no. And the sound of the rain, against my windowpain. Is slowly, slowly driving me insane.