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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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