Palm Of Your Hand - Buzzcocks

It’s not so strange, you know, to feel like this

I thought of you, I knew that you’d understand

I think it’s time, you know, we did more than kiss

Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand?

I’ve made up my mind, as a bull sees red

To get my tail wagged, must I sit up and beg?

And if you want to brush up on technique

You can read all about it in the book that I found

When the spirit is willing, the flesh won’t be weak

There’s little more to it than just jerking around

I’m hungry for the most perfect of needs

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees

It’s manual, automatic makes me weak at the knees

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

Executive attention, yes, the kind that relieves

You’ve got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand

The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees

It’s manual, automatic makes me weak at the knees

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

Executive attention, yes, the kind that relieves

You’ve got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand

The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

It’s not so strange, you know, to feel like this

I thought of you, I knew that you’d understand

I think it’s time you know we did more than kiss

Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand?

It’s practically safe, not much risk of disease

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees

It’s manual, automatic makes me weak at the knees

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

Executive attention, yes, the kind that relieves

You’ve got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves

My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand

The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand