HandsOn Lyrics by Empress Of
Audience of one
How deep, how come
I’m in touch
With a naked gun, low hung
Driving in a car
Break it off, break it off
And we’re all gonna make it
Till the wheels come off
Smoke a cigarette
Make love at the bus stop
Never gonna stop
Till the wheels come off
Doggy sitting in your bed
Love you like a wishbone
Wish bone
‘Til the wheels come off
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
I can put my hands on
I can put my hands on
Bazar, running in the dark
Going, going, going, going, going, but I never make it far
Butterfly, in a glass jar
Going, going, going, going, going, but I never make it far
Ah, ah, ah
Can’t get enough no
Ah, ah
I want it all just
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme, gimme, something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Going ’til the wheels come off
Going ‘til the wheels come off
Going ‘til the wheels come off
Going ‘til the wheels come off
