Nail-Biter by Danny Webster

You want to love her
Take less advantage of one of your hands
And get to know her
End every day, bandaged up in her bed

Now think it over
Look down at the life that exists in your hands
You know it's over
(When she figures out)
When she discovers your weakest of skin

You know she'll notice
And she'll discover you

Why don't you tell her
Are you embarrassed
Your hands, they're fucking filthy
Can't break the habit
But hearts are easy
Your mother taught you better
Didn't she

Your rubber's showing
Is it a glove or a lover today
Still nothing's working
But deep down, you know that you like it that way

You know she'll notice
And she'll uncover you

Why don't you tell her
Are you embarrassed
Your hands, they're fucking filthy
(I'd better tell her, but I haven't found the time)
Can't break the habit
But hearts are easy
Your mother taught you better
Didn't she

Nail-biter
Nail-biter
Nail-biter

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