Shake My Hand

I've seen you, baby, with another boy

Yes another, only nine years old

Don't you think the difference shows?

I'm only twenty-eight, baby

And I have a little style, alright

I've experienced just a few little things

I could make it in a while

If you let me hold your hand

Shake your hand, hold your hand

Alright, I'm a loser, baby

I don't wear short pants and socks

Don't have a lot of curly hair

Tumbling down in golden locks

Maybe you'll have a way with him

How should I really know?

But if you have a way with me

Then baby, please let it show

Come on

Shake my hand, shake my hand

Shake my hand, hold my hand

I've seen your blood boiling, baby

When I accused you of stealing children

But you're, you're, you don't like the lies

You don't like it, baby, and I put you in the wilderness

Thrown you among the thistles, baby

Down among the brown weeds

To see you running with those youngsters

Makes a smart man bleed

Oh, let me hold your hand

Hold your hand, hold your hand

Hold your hand

Just one little note to you, baby

Written on an exercise book before I go

Little blue one, you never seen before

Lines from the top and lines to the bottom

Written in bright red ink

It says, 'The teacher stinks'

Forty-five and with a boy of nine

She wants to get with somebody who can really do time

And shake her hand

Shake her hand, shake her hand

Shake her hand, hold her hand

Shake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yours

Shake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yours

Shake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yours

Shake her hand