Mama taught me how to be a good girl

And mama taught me how to say no

Mama told me love is born in a rush

And spends the rest of your life dying slow

Well papa's love didn't mean a thing

But there were some days when he could make my mama sing

So turn me on and turn me up

I want to hear the walls groan

And if you're leaving me tomorrow well

Tonight I just don't want to know

CHORUS:

Tonight I don't need nothing but your hands

They will make me believe this is the best

Tomorrow the worst of you will be left

So for tonight just give me the rest

Mama told me don't give a good thing to a bad, bad boy

Ain't no lifetime of grief worth one minute of joy

So if loving you is the mistake I'm making

Let me make it loud enough to mask

the sound of my heart breaking

CHORUS REPEAT

©2002 Hilary Scott 

Your Hands

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