Wait Until I Get My Hands On You by Paper Chase
Wait Until I Get My Hands On You lyrics
Go ahead and eat your death
Lick your lips and see what fruit bears
Its your mouth, its your throat, its your belly
Whats it to me, you seem happy
To blindly toss those apple seeds
Of vile discourse and the flit and the spit and the bile, all the while
It serves you right, it serves you right
To take your clothes off by the hearthside, then join me bedside
Where the houses are eating their owners
Yeah, it serves you right, it serves you right
Cause god forbid you ever let me inside, or there within
Heaven forbid youd show your underbelly
So go ahead, hold your breath
Be my guest, and see if I care
Cause its your life, its your body in the morning
Whats it to you, my sweet bijou
Cause if you knew what was good for you,
Youd stand there lowborn to drop every rampart and drawbridge
So save your breath for cooling your tea and your porridge
So help yourself, its okay
Cause if this gets you through the night
Well then hey, hey its your night, and its your right, it aint my business
Red vein your nose with cheap cologne
And lets slither out of these filthy clothes
And dust you off, send you off, get you breathing
And I dont wear my safety belt
And I dont watch my ass when Im by myself
And I sleep like a baby with candles burning
And I skip down dark alley lots
And I dont look both ways before I cross the street
Or my heart or my fingers and my fingers say
It serves you right, it serves you right
Cause if it makes you feel a tiny bit warmer reside by the torch light
With the outright crass indistinction
And it serves you right, it serves you right
Cause god forbid you ever let me inside or there within
Heaven forbid you give a good god good evening
So go ahead, hold your breath
Be my guest, see if I care
Cause its your life, its your face in the place of the mirror
And heres to you, merci beaucoup
But wait till I get my hands on you
Thats all what you will get a bear hug from your armless brother
So save your teeth for the toothy grins to your mother
Yeah, go ahead, please yourself
Wring your hands, throttle best-laid plans
Theyre alive, theyre a bishop, a loose leaf, a bottle
I come to hear my neighbors thoughts
So I will saunter down this hallway dark
Im alive, Im alive, Im alive, god willing, Im alive
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