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I'm gonna need those hands where I can see 'em, ah
Don't touch the pretty things
I'm a gallery to you
He'll try to pull my strings
He'll do what he wants to do
When he wants to
Yeah, you like these fingers?
I bet you wanna be 'em, ah
Don't touch the pretty things
I'm a gallery to you
He'll try to pull my strings
He'll do what he wants to do
When he wants to
Just out of luck, just out of reach
Can't etch that shit in stone
Guard your appetite
The only heartbeat that I'm gonna trace with you
Is when you're hooked up to the polygraph
'Cause you're a dirty little liar, ah
I've been liking waking up in my own bed these days
Don't touch the pretty things
I'm a gallery to you
He'll try to pull my strings
He'll do what he wants to do
When he wants to
And I bet you're just lyin' there
Wishin' you had something good to grace
Don't touch the pretty things
I'm a gallery to you
He'll try to pull my strings
He'll do what he wants to do
When he wants to
Just out of luck, just out of reach
Can't etch that shit in stone
From the moment that you said you didn't want me
I knew you would be the
(One who couldn't handle)
(One who couldn't handle)
One who couldn't handle being on your own
Don't touch the pretty things
Don't touch the pretty things
Don't touch the pretty things (You couldn't handle me)
Don't touch the pretty things (And you still can't handle me)
Don't touch the pretty things (You couldn't handle me)
Don't touch the pretty things (And you still can't handle me)
Don't touch the pretty things (Handle me, handle me)
Don't touch the pretty things (Handle me, handle me)
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