Natasha Bedingfield - Can't Keep My Hands Of You

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Let’s go

My Fender strat sits all alone
Collecting dust in the corner (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
I haven’t called any of my friends
I’ve been MIA since last December (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
My blackberry’s filled up with E-mail
My phone calls goes straight through to voice mail

'Cause on the street, or under the covers
We are stuck like two pieces of velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It don’t matter what I do
No, I can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)

There’s fungus growing in the icebox
All I got left are Fruit Roll-Ups (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
My clothes are six months old
But I don’t care, no no no, I don’t notice (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
My bills pile is so high, it is shocking
The repo man just keeps on knocking 'Cause on the street, or under the covers
We are stuck like two pieces of velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It don’t matter what I do
No, I can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you

Sorry to all my friends, and to anyone I've offend
But I can’t help, no I can’t help it (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)

(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t hands my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t hands my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my) I can’t hands my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my) Can’t hands my hands off you

'Cause on the street, or under the covers
We are stuck like two pieces of velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It don’t matter what I do
No, I can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you, you
(Can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you