let me fill my hands

and in the movies nobody says 'goodbye' on the telephone
don't do that to me
when you're moody take off your glasses and discover what you do for me

singin' oh, oh, won't you let me fill my hands?

i saw you driving, i waved at you
but you were someone else driving someone else's car
because of reasons
it's the season for a softpack of Republic-branded cigarettes

singin' oh, oh, won't you let me fill my hands?

let's go make out in the Star Wars arcade
i'm in the mood because of the song that they just played
a four-letter freak out from these combos i made
but you never saw my double-left-uppercut-gut-shot-body-blow TKO

singin' oh, oh, won't you let me fill my hands?