"HandsOn" lyrics

Audience of one, how deep, how come I'm in touch
With a naked gun, low hung
Driving in a car, break it off, break it off
And we're all gonna make it 'til the wheels come off
Smoke a cigarette, make love at the bus stop
Never gonna stop 'til the wheels come off
Doggy sittin' in your bed, love you like a wishbone
Wishbone, 'til the wheels come off

Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on

I can put my hands on
I can put my hands on

Bazar, running in the dark
Going, going, going, going
Going, but I never make it far
Butterfly in a glass jar
Going, going, going, going
Going, but I never make it far

Ah, ah, ah, can't get enough, no
Ah, ah, ah, I want it all, just

Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on
Gimme, gimme
Gimme something I can put my hands on
Put my hands on, put my hands on

Going 'til the wheels come off
Going 'til the wheels come off
Going 'til the wheels come off
Going 'til the wheels come off
Going 'til the wheels come off (Oh)
Going 'til the wheels come off (Ah)
Going 'til the wheels come off (Oh)
Going 'til the wheels come off (Ah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah