You've got your lights turned so they can see you
Please don't be mad at me
Songwriters: Sara Keirsten Quin, Tegan Rain Quin
The very best of what you've got to offer
Tell them what your hands were made for
Come on, come on, come on
Now your hands are tired
Tell me who my mouth was made for
I, I wanna get myself back high
Come on, come on, come on
And all of the things that you promised me that you'd need
Come on, come on, come on
Tell me what my hands were made for
Tell them who your mouth was made for
Come on, come on, come on
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for
All of the things that you promised me that you'd be
Come on, come on, come on
Well, you'll get what you ask for
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
So very close to what you had expected
Publisher: NAKED IN A SNOWSUIT PUBLISHING
I wanna get myself back
Now your hands are tired
And if you come down on me
You've got your profits and your mathematicians
The vocal fuel of a generation
You'll get what you ask for
Come on, come on, come on
It makes it hard to keep my head up level