Letras:
Hands

many hands bein' laid on her Too many eyes will never see, That it's dragging her down, Still you won't hear a sound 'till she turns 'round. Too many hands

a punk ass nigga when the time is on Throw ya hands (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up in the air (get em up) Come on Throw ya hands up Leave the guns

big Mess on our hands tonight. Sing it (yeah) (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we?ve got a big, big Mess on our hands tonight. Somebody get my phone So

: Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweating through sheets Drinking coffee in the morning Floating on Airplanes across the vast

'll fast forward to a few years later And no one knows except the both of us And I have honored your request for silence And you've washed your hands

: I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And

: [Chorus:] Put your hands in the air If you want to freak some guy tonight Put your hands in the air All my ladies You're just like that [repeats]

my room very much Then we touched I just know When you put your hands on me I feel sexy And my body turns to gold I just know When you put your hands

tender hands, To hold you through the night, darling, My tender hands will hold you through the night; I want your tender hands, you have tender hands, I want those tender hands