Oh oh oh let’s go My Fender strat sits all alone Collecting dust in the corner I haven’t called any of my friends I’ve been MIA since last December My blackberry’s filled up with E-mail My phone calls goes straight through to voicemail
Cuz on the street, or under the covers We are stuck like two pieces of velcro At the park, in the back of my car It don't matter what I do, No, I can’t keep my hands off you (can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t keep my hands off you (can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
There’s fungus growing in the icebox All I got left are Fruit Roll-Ups My clothes are six months old But I don’t care, no no no I don’t notice My bills pile is so high, it is shocking The repo man just keeps on knocking
Cuz on the street, or under the covers We are stuck like two pieces of velcro At the park, in the back of my car It don't matter what I do, No, I can’t keep my hands off you (can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t keep my hands off you (can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t keep my hands off you
Sorry to all my friends and to anyone to anyone I offend But i can’t help, no i can’t help it Can’t keep my, can’t keep my (can’t hands my hands off you) Can’t keep my, can’t keep my (can’t hands my hands off you) Can’t keep my, can’t keep my (can’t hands my hands off you) Can’t keep my, can’t keep my (can’t hands my hands off you)
Cuz on the street, or under the covers We are stuck like two pieces of velcro At the park, in the back of my car It don’t matter what I do, No, I can’t keep my hands off you (can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t keep my hands off you (can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t keep my hands off youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
