Keep Your Hands Off My Girl by Good Charlotte Lyrics: Let the record play. Let the record play. Let the record play. The way that you dance, The way that you move, The way that you stare at me across the room, You carry Dior bags, And you got your Chanel, You wear Louie Vitton, HG, and YSL, Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA I got brass knuckles hanging, From my neck in my chain, I got a model 26, But she stays in her place, I got a Kershaw neatly, Tucked inside in my waist. [Chorus:] And the record keeps playing, The same old song, The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long, They say Aha, aha, Keep your hands off my girl, Keep your hands off my girl, They say Aha, aha, But the record keeps playing, The same old song, They say Aha, aha, Keep your hands off my girl. Keep your hands off my girl. Now shes sweatin my friends, And my hurricane shoes, She likes the records I spin, My Adam Barton tattoos, But she can't say "what's up", So what does she do, She just stays posted up, The other side of the room, I got AMC tattooed on my hand, I got black wall street on a black bandana. [Chorus:] And the record keeps playing, The same old song, The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long, They say Aha, aha, Keep your hands off my girl, Keep your hands off my girl, They say Aha, aha, But the record keeps playing, The same old song, They say Aha, aha, Keep your hands off my girl, Keep your hands off my girl. She, she, she don't wanna talk about it, He, he, he wants to fight ...
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