HER SPACE HOLIDAY "SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY HANDS" Lyrics

Her Space Holiday Something to Do With My Hands Lyrics:

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You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me, like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of honesty

I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been touching you

My problem with me is my problem with you
It doesn't take much for me to come unglued
I put my headphones on and hear your favorite songs
And it kills me to know that this won't be one of them

You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
I almost didn't make it, this has been my hardest year

Your job is killing you, faster than a cancer could
So now you're giving up, like they always said you would
You've got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is where you'll settle down

I don't care where you move, I don't care if it's far
All that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right, in case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice or a tongue full of sympathy

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me, like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of honesty

I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been fucking you

	Something to Do With My Hands lyrics, Her Space Holiday related songs
	1. Kano → Nite nite 2. Kottonmouth kings → Pimp twist 3. Brooke valentine → Girlfight (remix) 4. Ms. dynamite → Put him out 5. Never heard of it → Just another song 6. Nerina pallot → The girl from lakeville 7. Elton john → Stam (with eminem) 8. New order → Let's go 9. Dido → Stan 10. Craig david → Can't be messing 'round 11. Shades apart → Remember when 12. Gym class heroes → Cupid's chokehold 13. Enenne → Stan 14. Bette midler → Soph (spoken word) 15. Screeching weasel → Celena 16. Sister soleil → Lounge lizard 17. Kinks → Nothin' in the world can stop me worryin' 'bout that girl 18. N sync → Girlfriend (remix) 19. Jacks of all trades → Liar 20. The arrogant sons of bitches → Fuck you