Hands Away. Interpol
Will you put my hands away?
Will you be my man?
Serve it up, don't wait
Let's see about this ham.
Oh, what happened?
Home spun desperation's knowing
Inside your cover's always blown
(será que es sábado y las sábanas están frías)
(Te lo susurro al oído)
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