Batonebo
Odetta Hartman
3:08She walked into the backyard and stood out from the rest Bandana tied 'round her neck, unassuming at best And I smiled as I passed her my rolled cigarette Dark hair and long lashes, fringe on her chest Oh, I can't keep my hands to myself No, I can't keep my hands to myself True and tried, there can be no denyin' I'm along for the ride But my pride, keeps me from toeing the line So I'll blow me a line and see how it goes Oh, I can't keep my hands to myself Oh, I can't keep my hands to myself No, I can't keep my hands to myself No, I can't keep my hands to myself But in the morning, I feel the heat of the devil's fire And I know that my actions will be far from admired But I can't keep my senses from their hard wire But, hon, you know I'm no liar Whoa, I can't keep my hands to myself Whoa, I can't keep my hands to myself Whoa, I can't keep my hands to myself No, I can't keep my hands to myself What am I supposed to do? Tell me, what am I supposed to do Oh, If I can't help loving you? If I can't help loving you? No, I can't keep my man to myself No, I can't keep my man to myself No, I can't keep my man to myself No, I can't keep my man to myself