don't wanna sing no song
about the color of your lips
I don't wanna sing no song
about the tattoo on your hip
I don't wanna sing no song
that makes everybody squirt
I don't wanna sing no song
that makes everybody turn
I don't wanna hold your
hand and go to hell
I don't wanna hold your hand and go to hell
I don't wanna sing no song
about the lizards on your lips
I don't wanna sing no song
about the bracelet on your wrist
I don't wanna sing no song
that makes everybody young
I don't wanna sing no song
that makes everybody mom
I wanna hold your hand
and go to hell
I don't to hold your hand and go to hell
I don't want to sing no song
about all your dirty looks
I don't wanna sing no song
about the people in my book
I don't wanna sing no song
that brings a tear to the eye
I don't wanna sing no song
that says goodnight, goodbye
I wanna hold your hand
and go to hell
I wanna hold your hands and go to hell
I wanna hold your little
hands and go to hell
I wanna hold your hands
and go to hell
Oh, hell
When I thought of you