The Smiths - Handsome Devil lyrics
[The Smiths - Handsome Devil lyrics]
All the streets are crammed with
Things eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But I sense something more
And I would like to give you
What I think you're asking for
You handsome devil you handsome devil
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip and you skip
But you deserve it, you
Deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip, you skip
But you deserve it, you
Deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
You handsome devil
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Things eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But I sense something more
And I would like to give you
What I think you're asking for
You handsome devil you handsome devil
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip and you skip
But you deserve it, you
Deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip, you skip
But you deserve it, you
Deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
You handsome devil
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil