Sweet Hands - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

Tuesday night, feet on the floor

Keys in hand, headed out that door

I look to you, but you don’t look back

There’s a slow train coming, and a clickety-clack

Come on baby, ah give it to me

If I chase, you’re running up that tree

Seems there’s nothing, I can do

To get a little bit of love, from the hands of you

You’ve got the sweetest little hands

On this side of the Rio Grande

And if you love me, you’ve got to love me right

So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight

It’s like touch and go without touch

It’s all I ask but it’s still too much

You’ve got to love me tender

You’ve got to love me tough

But what you’re giving me just ain’t enough