65 lyrics for "Left hand (left hand)"

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 left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by
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Where do we stand? What am I supposed to do? Reach out your hand In a world I thought I knew I need the clearest indication The clearest indication from you Give me the clearest indication I'm not alone with you You left left in the morning You left left without a
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You'll be the life of the party All you gotta do is dance Life of the party Dance, dance all you gotta do is clap Your hands, hands, hands Yes you will, now Yes you can, hey Miss Corver sister never Left Left your sat 'til some dancing
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All I want is somebody to love me like I do I'm burning up quiet fire Take my hand do with it what you will I'm in dire need You walk away nothing left left to say but bye, bye blue eyes And I, no I don't understand Well you can call me half crazy call me
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Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man (Adjust to pain) (It hurt too bad to say, to say you left left me, left me) Fuckin' with the wrong man (Left me)
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To the "love", I left left my conscience pressed Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer "What did it ever do for me?", I say Kiss and tell Loose lips sink ships To "I swear, I say" To hands between legs, to "whatever it takes" To drinks at the club, to
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Don't make me choose Don't make me If you really love me You would never judge me I would never do that to you Don't make me Between my left left hand and my right Between my love and my life Either way I lose
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Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day
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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 left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by
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