Can't keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I'm trying to
I want you all to myself
You're metaphorical gin, gim and juice
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be seguinte to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
You're metaphorical gin, gim and juice

All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making amor to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making amor to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

My doctor say you're no good
But people...