(Bowman/ McShann). Keep your hands off of her. She don't belong to you. Keep your hands off of her. She don't belong to you. She's mine, o mine, no matter what I do.
take your hands off of him. he don't belong to you. Keep your hands off of him. he don't belong to you. he's mine, o mine, no matter what you do. he's long, lean and lanky.
This is just a ghost town posing as a city. Its like a dead-end street, weve gotta move right now. Then you come running in, looking so pretty. Im so glad you made it, can we leave right now?.