"Out Of Hand" lyrics
"Out Of Hand"
I never intended
To even know your name
Except for the woman waitin' at home
They've all been the same
I've always been true, except for you
Not even a one night stand
And I never intended
For it to get so out of hand
Out of hand, out of hand
I'm a hard-living kind of a man
I need more to keep me goin'
Than this gold wedding band
You're my kind of woman
I'm your kind of man
Maybe that's the reason
It got so out of hand
I never intended
For it to go this far
I don't think I can get off
From where we are
Some time to wait, so just a taste
Was all that I had planned
And I never intended
For it to get so out of hand
Out of hand, out of hand
I'm a hard-living kind of a man
I need more to keep me goin'
Than this gold wedding band
You're my kind of woman
And I'm your kind of a man
Maybe that's the reason
It got so out of hand
Out of hand, out of hand
I'm a hard-living kind of a man
I need more to keep me goin'
Than this gold wedding band
Writer(s): Jeff Barry, Thomas Louis Jans
- AZLyrics
- G
- Gary Stewart Lyrics
album:
"Out Of Hand" (1975)
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