Keep Your Hands Off My Girl - Good Charlotte

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 Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
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 curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.

[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
But out 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 hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
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 about,
Me, me, I don´t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I´m just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that´s not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I´m wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain.

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 Loius Vuttion, Ace-G and YSL
Now I got Baby Nate, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
I got a model 26, but she stays in her place
I got a curve shaw neatly tucked inside of my waist

And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long
They say " ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!"
They say, "ah, ah, ah, ah"
But the record keeps playin the same old song
They say "ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!

Now she's sweatin my friends, and my Hurricane shoes
She likes the records I spin, my Adam Parton tattoos
But she can't say whats 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 Wallstreet
on a black bandana

And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long
They say " ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!"
They say, "ah, ah, ah, ah"
But the record keeps playin the same old song
They say "ah, ah, ah, ah
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 about
Me, me I don't wanna fight about it
I just wanna be about it. I'm just tryin to stay
up out it

Stepped out the wagon
You know the boys starts to hate
The girls that came with them thats like "thats not the boy she dates"
They get to fightin and swearin, and now their boyfriends are starin
The disco ball on the ceilin, looks like the chain that I'm wearin
But the music keeps playin
I got brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
I got brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain

And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long
They say " ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!"
And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long

They say "ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!

You carry Dior bags and you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuttion, Ace-G and YSL
Now I got Baby Nate, I got DCMA
I got Brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
I got Brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain