Bare Hands
I can't help myself
I can't let you go
Keep a...
for a love so cold
See him standing there
Waiting for his cue
Got his gun in hand
Ready, aim and shoot
Well, she's looking at him, he's staring at her
She's losing her mind, it's all just a blur
H-h-how could he do this?
Had to take her chance
Now he's black and blue
But he told me, he told me...
Give it up, it's getting old
Another pretty girl digging gold with her
Bare hands, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
A new car, a new house, if you've
Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
Bare hand, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
Ties his tonge in knots
Just so he won't speak
Comes to bed in his
Such a stylish freak
But I still say...
Give it up, it's getting old,
Another pretty girl digging gold with her
Bare hands, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
A new car, a new house, if you've
Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
Bare hand, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
You're probably out there all alone
Living your dreams out
Through the screen on a cellphone, yeah
You're probably wondering where I am
But I'll never go back
Never again, never again, no
Give it up, it's getting old,
Another pretty girl digging gold with her
Bare hands, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
A new car, a new house, if you've
Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
Bare hand, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
I can't let you go
Keep a...
for a love so cold
See him standing there
Waiting for his cue
Got his gun in hand
Ready, aim and shoot
Well, she's looking at him, he's staring at her
She's losing her mind, it's all just a blur
H-h-how could he do this?
Had to take her chance
Now he's black and blue
But he told me, he told me...
Give it up, it's getting old
Another pretty girl digging gold with her
Bare hands, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
A new car, a new house, if you've
Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
Bare hand, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
Ties his tonge in knots
Just so he won't speak
Comes to bed in his
Such a stylish freak
But I still say...
Give it up, it's getting old,
Another pretty girl digging gold with her
Bare hands, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
A new car, a new house, if you've
Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
Bare hand, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
You're probably out there all alone
Living your dreams out
Through the screen on a cellphone, yeah
You're probably wondering where I am
But I'll never go back
Never again, never again, no
Give it up, it's getting old,
Another pretty girl digging gold with her
Bare hands, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
A new car, a new house, if you've
Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
Bare hand, her bare hands
She don't love, she don't care
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Writer(s): Joseph Parella
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