Tuesday night feet on the floor
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Keys in hand headed out that door
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I look to you but you don't look back
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There's a slow train coming with a clickety-clack
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Come on baby give it to me
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If I chase you're running up that tree
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Seems there's nothing I can do
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To get a little bit of love from the hands of you
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You've got the sweetest little hands an this side of the rio grande
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And if you love me you've got to love me right
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So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
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It's like touch and go without touch
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It's all I ask but it's still too much
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You've got to love me tender
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You've got to love me tough
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But what you're giving me just ain't enough
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You've got the sweetest little hands an this side of the rio grande
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And if you love me you've got to love me right
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So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
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Sweet Hands
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| Grace Potter And The Nocturnals |
