Ac Acoustics - Hammerhead

Black socks
It look good and start a slack flack(?)
The boy is blown and a girl says
You look good and strong
And it looks like
This is your home

And a girl says
I have a jealous flag and on this flight
I wear my hammerhead high and a big stick
And an ice cream float’s what it looks like
When I’m on my own

And a girl says
I’m glad I stayed home where the prize is
Where my lover will come when it flash light
With the power of it(?) all’s what it looks like
When I’m on my own

For your hand, my love
For your hand, my love
For your hand, my love
For your hand, my love

The girl says
I hear the money is wrong I won’t last long
Under the feet of the world if the wait’s long
Is it the waiter who’s wrong? it’s what it feels like
Whеn I’m on my own

And the way’s in your heart
I know you relish thе thought
With the box and the race
The flowers are art
Well I’ve heard from the mess
You will not settle for less
From the flesh and the taste
For your hand, my love

And we laugh in a way that can never be stained
By the hands of a man who would kill me
Why pay for a slave you can never create?
Why save for a smile that will never be your love?

We laugh in a way that can never be stained
By the hands of a man who would kill me
Why pay for a slave you can never create?
Why save for a smile that will never be your love?

We laugh in a way that can never be stained (for your hand, my love)
By the hands of a man who would kill me (for your hand, my love)
Why pay for a slave you can never create? (for your hand, my love)
Why save for a smile that will never be your love? (for your hand, my love)