Jennifer Nettles - His Hands

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I remember that day when he walked up to me
Wrote my number down, put it in the pocket of his bluejeans
And I fell like a feather, yeah, just like that, we were together
He was my perfect gentleman, sweet like, real sweet
And his hands felt like thunder on my skin
His breath hot, oh, how or how could I forget
That his eyes looked right through me and that was it
Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding
Told me things would be different leaving church that Sunday
But the only change coming was the quarters in the ashtray
Yeah I should have known better
When the last three times he swore
That he would never lay another finger on me
But the truth’s on my face
And his hands felt like thunder on my skin
His breath hot, oh, how or how could I forget
His eyes looked right through me and that was it
Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding
Oh I, thought that he was all I ever wanted
Should have come with a warning
Just like you, I’ve been there too
Oh I got bag and I got a plan
Girl you better get out while you can…
While you can, while you can
Cause his hands felt like thunder on my skin
His breath hot, oh how could I forget
That his eyes looked right through me and that was it
Silence was the only sound then, silence was the only sound then
Silence was the only sound then, and my heart heart pounding