Palm Of Your Hand Lyrics - Buzzcocks

It's not so strange you know to feel like this 

I thought of you I knew that you'd understand 

I think it's time you know we did more than kiss 

Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand 

I've made up my mind as a bull sees red 

To get my tail wagged must I sit up and beg 

And if you want to brush up on technique 

You can read all about it in the book that I found 

When the spirit is willing the flesh won't be weak 

There's little more to it than just jerking around 

I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand 

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees 

It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand 

Executive attention yes the kind that relieves 

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand 

The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand 

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees 

It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand 

Executive attention yes the kind that relieves 

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand 

The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand 

It's not so strange you know to feel like this 

I thought of you I knew that you'd understand 

I think it's time you know we did more than kiss 

Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand 

It's practically safe not much risk of disease 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand 

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees 

It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand 

Executive attention yes the kind that relieves 

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves 

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand 

The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand