Don't touch me
With your terrible hands
You don't know me
Still your terrible hands
Taint all of which
Your little heart desires
You're so sold you can't see
You're so sold that you can't see
Terrible hands are keeping you
From listening to me
T- E- R- R- I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S
Terrible hands can't think for themselves
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Yeah
I was fine with everything up until
Gretchen got all up in my grill
Super friends with colored lips
Make shitty diplomats
You're a girlfriend (no)
A punching bag
F* N.C.
In a masquerade
But funny looks on a sunny day
Is all I wanna say to you except
We don't owe you shit
Stay out of our business
What part of "fuck off"
Don't you understand
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Yeah
You're so sold you can't see
You're so sold that you can't see
Terrible hands are keeping you
From listening to me
T- E- R- R- I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S
Terrible hands can't think for themselves
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
T- E- R- R- I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S
Terrible hands
Terrible hands, yeah