Right Hand Man

I've got my eyes on you You twinky little ginger The way you wear your shirt so snug That bubble butt, those nipple studs That supple chest, those chestnut eyes Your hand that's drifting up his thighs You know exactly what he likes He's what you want so don't think twice Didn't your mother ever teach you how to keep Your hands to yourself How could you know that he was waiting patiently For someone else But you can use your right hand, man When you're on your own tonight Sorry I'm not sorry that you Didn't know the boy was mine The boy is, the boy is, the boy is mine You know, a boy like that you could never afford I bought the ring you pretend to ignore But that look in his eyes has gotta be torture Based on the way you're bustin' out of those shorts Your fingers tracing up and down his body Got more than enough Didn't your father teach you it's ok to look But not to touch 'Cause you can use your right hand, man When you're on your own tonight Sorry I'm not sorry that you Didn't know the boy was mine You can use your right hand, man When you're on your own tonight Sorry I'm not sorry that you Didn't know the boy was mine Sure I like to watch and sure he likes to play And "boys will be boys" is not just a cliché But hands off bitch, 'cause not today, no Who invited you anyway? You can use your right hand, man When you're on your own tonight Sorry I'm not sorry that you Didn't know the boy was mine You can use your right hand, man When you're on your own tonight Sorry I'm not sorry that you Didn't know the boy is mine Mine, right hand man You're on your own tonight You didn't know the boy was mine You didn't know, you didn't know, damn Right hand man, oh Use your right hand man 'Cause the boy is mine