Текст песни Jennifer Nettles — His Hands

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I remember that day when he walked up to me,
Wrote my number down,
Put it in the pocket of his bluejeans,
And I fell like a feather, yeah,
Just like that, we were together,
He was my perfect gentleman, sweet like, real sweet.

His hands felt like thunder on my skin,
His breath hot, oh, how could I forget,
That his eyes looked right through me and that was it,
Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding.

Told me things would be different leaving church that Sunday,
But the only change coming was the quarters in the ashtray,
Yeah I should have known better
When the last three times he swore that he would never
Lay another finger on me but the truth's on my face.

And his hands felt like thunder on my skin,
His breath hot, oh, how could I forget,
That his eyes looked right through me and that was it,
Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding.

Oh, I thought that he was all I ever wanted,
Should have come with a warning,
And just like you, I've been there too,
Oh, I got a bag and I got a plan,
Girl you better get out while you can, while you can, while you can.

Cause his hands felt like thunder on my skin,
His breath hot, oh, how could I forget,
His eyes looked right through me and that was it,
Silence was the only sound then,
Silence was the only sound then,
Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding.

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