His Hands - Jennifer Nettles

I remember that day when he walked up to me

Wrote my number down, put it in the pocket of his bluejeans

And I fell like a feather, yeah, just like that, we were together

He was my perfect gentleman, sweet like, real sweet

And his hands felt like thunder on my skin

His breath hot, oh, how or how could I forget

That his eyes looked right through me and that was it

Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding

Told me things would be different leaving church that Sunday

But the only change coming was the quarters in the ashtray

Yeah I should have known better

When the last three times he swore

That he would never lay another finger on me

But the truth’s on my face

And his hands felt like thunder on my skin

His breath hot, oh, how or how could I forget

His eyes looked right through me and that was it

Silence was the only sound then, and my heart pounding

Oh I, thought that he was all I ever wanted

Should have come with a warning

Just like you, I’ve been there too

Oh I got bag and I got a plan

Girl you better get out while you can…

While you can, while you can

Cause his hands felt like thunder on my skin

His breath hot, oh how could I forget

That his eyes looked right through me and that was it

Silence was the only sound then, silence was the only sound then

Silence was the only sound then, and my heart heart pounding