Two Hands

It's Tuesday I can I get no relief Flying out there Hitting on the street Neighbour waiting He rates the girls out of ten Oh, your two good hands Thinking that I understand She is something that you can't handle Can't tie down One pregnant, one polyamorous "Fuck this", she said and left You were my "I don't know why" love Oh, your two good hands Getting too good at pretend She is something that you can't handle Can't tie down Can't tie down My star fell a little bit Can't tie down I'll adjust but that is it It's not enough to quit My mother pulled the shark from the sea And cut her love lines to ribbons To think that all that happened to me was you Oh, your two good hands Never really stood a chance She is something that you can't handle Can't tie down To think that they told me to watch out for you When I'm the one poised to shoot through No that sound is heaven snapping shut Oh, your two good hands Thinking that I understand She is something that you can't handle Can't tie down Can't tie down I keep my tears to myself Can't tie down I'm not [?] motel A holiday