Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands Off, artist - Junkyard. Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Song language: English
Hands Off |
| Threw my clothes in the yard |
| Ran over my foot with your car |
| Don’t try to say it was just an accident |
| Then you stole all my shoes |
| Now what the hell am I gonna do |
| When I don’t even know what I did |
| It ain’t yours, it ain’t mine |
| It won’t matter in time |
| Cause we both know just where this thing’s going |
| Cause we’d dance around til we’d verbally pound |
| But ya scratched out my love with those fingers |
| Baby, get your hands off my throat |
| Cause I can’t breathe, I can’t |
| Get your hands off my throat |
| Now I’ll get my coat and leave |
| I’ll leave, baby |
| We’ve had some fun |
| But we were ever one |
| Til we found out we were no one at all |
| And now that we’re through |
| For another day or two |
| Tell me, baby, why don’t you call |
| Just call me |
| Get your hands off my throat |
| Cause, baby, I can’t, I can’t breathe, baby |
| Get your hands off my throat |
| I’ll get my coat and leave |
| Ooh |
| Well, I remember the time |
| Let me freshen your mind |
| You told me |
| David, I, I need, I think it’s time I had my own space |
| So then I try to be the understanding man |
| You just call a Woody Allen character about the whole thing |
| I said that’s cool, I understand, I pack my bags |
| And get outta your face |
| Then for three days on end |
| She was in bed with my best friend |
| Discussing every problem |
| She cried, she begged, David, we didn’t really do anything |
| He’s a really understanding guy, and he really just listens |
| And I said |
| Baby, you gave him head |
| God damn! |
| Get your hands off my throat |
| Cause baby, I can’t breathe, I can’t |
| Get your hands off my throat |
| And I get my coat and leave |
| Pack my bags and I’m out the door |
| Lord, I can’t take any more, yeah |
| Get your hands off my throat |
| And I’ll get my coat and leave |