Bare Hands

I can't help myself
 I can't let you go
 Keep a...
 for a love so cold
 See him standing there
 Waiting for his cue
 Got his gun in hand
 Ready, aim and shoot
 Well, she's looking at him, he's staring at her
 She's losing her mind, it's all just a blur
 H-h-how could he do this?
 Had to take her chance
 Now he's black and blue
 But he told me, he told me...
 Give it up, it's getting old
 Another pretty girl digging gold with her
 Bare hands, her bare hands
 She don't love, she don't care
 A new car, a new house, if you've
 Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
 Bare hand, her bare hands
 She don't love, she don't care
 Ties his tonge in knots
 Just so he won't speak
 Comes to bed in his
 Such a stylish freak
 But I still say...
 Give it up, it's getting old,
 Another pretty girl digging gold with her
 Bare hands, her bare hands
 She don't love, she don't care
 A new car, a new house, if you've
 Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
 Bare hand, her bare hands
 She don't love, she don't care
 You're probably out there all alone
 Living your dreams out
 Through the screen on a cellphone, yeah
 You're probably wondering where I am
 But I'll never go back
 Never again, never again, no
 Give it up, it's getting old,
 Another pretty girl digging gold with her
 Bare hands, her bare hands
 She don't love, she don't care
 A new car, a new house, if you've
 Got a heart she'll tear it out with her
 Bare hand, her bare hands
 She don't love, she don't care