You can hold my hands,
If they really fit yours,
Tie ‘round my wrist precious bands,
Those with dynamic colors.
My spirit behaves,
While your heart endeavors,
Turn my sweet fingers into slaves,
But think back that I’m not yours.
As the cold wind blows,
I’ll let you hug me tight,
While the biggest southern star glows,
In this starry, starry night.
Ask my permission,
My lips, I’ll let you kiss,
Don’t miss my amorous actions,
Come on and bring me to bliss.
But don’t get me wrong,
Teasing is what we call,
To anyone, I don’t belong,
I don’t mean to make you fall.
Kindly shake my hand,
Gimme five in the end,
I’m not yours, please understand,
‘Cause to me, you’re but a friend.
