Three strikes, we tried Now I'm in better hands I know this may sound impolite But I'm in better hands
Knew I had to let it be Losing your identity You became the shadow Thought I'd make you understand Got a boy, got a man Dude had to hit the road This has become so uncool fast Guess we weren't built to last No!
Three strikes, we tried Now I'm in better hands I know this may sound impolite But I'm in better hands His hands, this love fits like a glove Three strikes, we tried You know I'm in better hands Got over your nicotine
Habits and your skinny jeans How they're always tighter than mine You get under my skin When you take me out for din' Then I pay the bill every time This has become so uncool fast Guess we weren't built to last No!
Three strikes, we tried Now I'm in better hands I know this may sound impolite But I'm in better hands His hands, this love fits like a glove Three strikes, we tried You know I'm in better hands Every night I lay beside you Knew there was more for me, me Found someone who's nothing like you Hands fit perfectly
Every night I lay beside you Knew there was more for me Found someone who's nothing like you Hands fit perfectly No! Three strikes, we tried Now I'm in better hands I know this may sound impolite But I'm in better hands His hands, this love fits like a glove
Three strikes, we tried You know I'm in better hands I know this may sound impolite But I'm in better hands His hands, this love fits like a glove Three strikes, we tried You know I'm in better hands
Compositores: Edwin Serrano, Felicia Lily Dobson (Fefe Dobson), Denarius Anthony Motes, Hasham S Hussain ECAD: Obra #8062883