Lyrics Sweet Hands - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

Sweet Hands

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