Who taught you that
If you get a good thing, you better not touch it too much?
Who taught you that
You've got to keep your hands clean or you're gonna mess it all up?
I am not a brand new bicycle
I am rough around the edge
I am not a flower petal
You can handle me
You can handle me
Put your hands on me
You can handle me
What got you thinking
If you love someone, it's best to just leave them alone?
Look how you got me
You've got me reeling, waiting for you to come over
And put me to a higher purpose
Bend me back and send me flying
I'm not gonna break, I promise
You can handle me
You can handle me
Put your hands on me
You can handle me
Kiss me under my right ear
Running your fingers down the back of my spine, and
Handle me, grab a fistful of my hair
Trace me like an outline, and
Handle me, flip me onto my left side
So we can intertwine, and handle me
Hold me like you're the tie that binds
Spread this out across and handle me
