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Keep Your Hands to Yourself - Michael B. Tretow

Written by：Michael B. Tretow/Thomas H Minor

I bought a duck

And knew to train

To get my self to work

I look here around

No place to sit

Stand of in the derk

I bump the lady passenger

I said

Excuse me mom

She's on her first

My brain and loud

As a alexander's run

Keep your hands to yourself

Love stop enough

Without a kind stock it

Keep your hands to yourself

Nobody ask your face

To appear go on

Get out of here

Turn on the radio

To catch up on the news

And maybe some

Good music

Just to blowering

Here blouse

I touched on up

To this ever wind

The sound is on of choice

Then trough my damn

Sport speaker came

This it disembodied voice

Keep your hands to yourself

Love stop enough

Without a kind stock it

Keep your hands to yourself

Nobody wants you

Hanging around

Char go run it ground

Keep your hands to yourself

Love stop enough

Without a kind stock it

Keep your hands to yourself

Don't fave a fire

You never learn

You get your things burn

I saw little baby

Just laying in this crib

A photo baby's smile

When there hair caught

In the ribs

I hit then on mine

That part to moat

But when I paste the sheet

Care kiosk queen that it could

In my have in next two weeks

Keep your hands to yourself

Love stop enough

Without a kind stock it

Keep your hands to yourself

Nobody ask your face

To appear go on

Get out of here

Oh sit in home

So alone

Moarn away to friend

And mad

I thought I call my baby

Just to see it

Through is me rud

And I pick of

Recieve her hand

I wait for the tone

But I send out her number

Send her number in the phone

Keep your hands to yourself

Love stop enough

Without a kind stock it

Keep your hands to yourself

Nobody needs you

Keep your hands to yourself

Love stop enough

Without a kind stock it

Keep your hands to yourself

Don't fave a fire

You never learn

You get your things burn