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Oh oh oh let's go
My Fender Strat sits all alone
Collecting dust in the corner
I haven't called any of my friends
I've been MIA since last December
My blackberry's filled up with E-mail
My phone calls goes straight through to voice mail
'cause on the street, or under the covers
We're stuck like two pieces of Velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn't matter what I do,
No, I can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
There's fungus growing in the icebox
All I got left are Fruit Roll-Ups
My clothes are six months old
But I don't care, no no no I don't notice
My bills pile is so high, it is shocking
The repo man just keeps on knocking
'cause on the street, or under the covers
We're stuck like two pieces of Velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn't matter what I do,
No, I can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
Sorry to all my friends and to anyone I offend
But i can't help, no i can't help it
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
'cause on the street, or under the covers
We're stuck like two pieces of Velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It don't matter what I do,
No, I can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
My Fender Strat sits all alone
Collecting dust in the corner
I haven't called any of my friends
I've been MIA since last December
My blackberry's filled up with E-mail
My phone calls goes straight through to voice mail
'cause on the street, or under the covers
We're stuck like two pieces of Velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn't matter what I do,
No, I can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
There's fungus growing in the icebox
All I got left are Fruit Roll-Ups
My clothes are six months old
But I don't care, no no no I don't notice
My bills pile is so high, it is shocking
The repo man just keeps on knocking
'cause on the street, or under the covers
We're stuck like two pieces of Velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn't matter what I do,
No, I can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
Sorry to all my friends and to anyone I offend
But i can't help, no i can't help it
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
Can't keep my, can't keep my (can't keep my hands off you)
'cause on the street, or under the covers
We're stuck like two pieces of Velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It don't matter what I do,
No, I can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
(can't keep my, can't keep my)
Can't keep my hands off you
Lyrics submitted by thoseguiltyeyes
Can't Keep My Hands Off You Lyrics as written by Charles-andre Comeau Pierre Bouvier
Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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I think it's about some guy that has a new girlfriend or something and he just doesn't give a fuck about anything else, maybe they go on vacation or run away somewhere and no one knows what happened to him, but he doesn't care.
Damn I wish I could do that...
Go on vacation or run away?
Either. Vacation is running away, running away is a vacation. It's pretty much the same thing.<br /> <br /> Anyway to add like his friends are calling, his family is too, and he just doesn't give a fuck because all that matters is his girl. And towards the end he starts to feel bad about his friends but still only cares about his girl.
It's about a bright, handsome, creative man who has a new girlsfriend with whom he's smitten...so much so that he can't keep his paws off her. How sweet....
Don't like it, don't listen to it faggot.