Keep Your Hands to Yourself-Michael B. Tretow

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