Hands Up

You didn't like me yesterday
And I didn't like me all the same
Oh, the door was always open
When you're out of town you're out of touch
Changing of the seasons you're the queen of clutch
Oh, to find some new exposure

When I put my hands up
She's underneath the covers
When I put my hands up
We can do it a cappella
Look Ma with no hands
A lesson in composure

Can I
Ooh
Can I come over and maybe we can sleep in our clothes
To prove devotion

Can I
Ooh
Can I come over and maybe we can sleep in our clothes
To Prove devotion

You didn't like me yesterday
And I didn't like me all the same
Oh, the door was always open
The cities alive with electric truths
Who can handle static, I'm a fertile youth
Oh, imitate emotion

When I put my hands up
She's underneath the covers
When I put my hands up
We can do it under pressure, why can't we stand tall
So I second the motion

Can I
Ooh
Can I come over and maybe we can sleep in our clothes
To prove devotion
Can I
Can I come over and maybe we can sleep in our clothes
To prove devotion



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Pierce
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