Hands Off - Junkyard

Threw my clothes in the yard

Ran over my foot with your car

Don’t try to say it was just an accident

Then you stole all my shoes

Now what the hell am I gonna do

When I don’t even know what I did

It ain’t yours, it ain’t mine

It won’t matter in time

Cause we both know just where this thing’s going

Cause we’d dance around til we’d verbally pound

But ya scratched out my love with those fingers

Baby, get your hands off my throat

Cause I can’t breathe, I can’t

Get your hands off my throat

Now I’ll get my coat and leave

I’ll leave, baby

We’ve had some fun

But we were ever one

Til we found out we were no one at all

And now that we’re through

For another day or two

Tell me, baby, why don’t you call

Just call me

Get your hands off my throat

Cause, baby, I can’t, I can’t breathe, baby

Get your hands off my throat

I’ll get my coat and leave

Ooh

Well, I remember the time

Let me freshen your mind

You told me

David, I, I need, I think it’s time I had my own space

So then I try to be the understanding man

You just call a Woody Allen character about the whole thing

I said that’s cool, I understand, I pack my bags

And get outta your face

Then for three days on end

She was in bed with my best friend

Discussing every problem

She cried, she begged, David, we didn’t really do anything

He’s a really understanding guy, and he really just listens

And I said

Baby, you gave him head

God damn!

Get your hands off my throat

Cause baby, I can’t breathe, I can’t

Get your hands off my throat

And I get my coat and leave

Pack my bags and I’m out the door

Lord, I can’t take any more, yeah

Get your hands off my throat

And I’ll get my coat and leave