Terrible Hands lyrics by 12 Rods

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


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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!