Shake My Hand Lyrics - Singles - Kevin Coyne

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