I left my house at a quarter to four
Saw my boy, Sean, at the record store
I said "Damn man, it´s been way too long"

He said, "Hey brother, how it´s nice to see ya,
Hows your girl, Anna Lucia?
Four years with one chick´s way too long"

"I know this blonde her name´s Christina
She´s just your type I´m sure she´d love to meet ya"

Haha

Damn, I couldn´t believe it
I run my mouth dry then I try to feed it
The thought could give me an ulcer
But the truth of the matter is I´d love to meet her

Fuck, I mean I love Anna Lucia
But the touch of another just seems so "whoa whoa"
I mean I´m better without her
What´s the use of a name, without a number?

Yeah

Sean left and said "good luck"
Then he jumped into his truck
He yelled, "Your secrets safe man, I don´t give a fuck"

"Okay, gimme her number
Thought about it, yeah I´d love to meet her
I´ve got the place if she´s got the time"

I knew Anna´s going out on Sunday
Staying with her mom till late on Monday
I know she won´t expect a thing

I met Christina at her work on Friday
We hit it off and we were both excited
I invited her on Sunday for a drink

Sunday came quick and so did Christina
She shook me harder than Anna Lucia
She yelled, and screamed my name

I couldn´t believe the sin was conceived; the culprit was me
Christina was sweet but trite naive, she wasn´t for me
No doctor´s degree, no clean history, no small crooked teeth
My precious baby, Anna, if only I could tell ya,
I´d tell ya I was sorry, it was never worth it

After the sex, we cleaned up our mess, then we got dressed
Christina said "Please, don´t write or call me."
I grinned and agreed, Anna arrived on Monday night, with tears in her eyes
She said " I ain´t your fuckin´ baby, tell me I am crazy,
I know just waht happened, hope you´re fucking happy."


Get your hands off of my hands, lover
I can smell the blood of another
Get your hands off of my hands...
Lover

I didn´t need to hear this or that
I got a woman´s intuition as a matter of fact
I can still smell the salt and the sex in your breath
Better hit the road, Jack, ´fore I cut you up dead

So help me God if I catch you alive
You burned me so bad that I can´t even cry.
Pack up everything that you plan to keep.
I´m heading for the bar and I´m having some drinks...

Get your hands off of my hands, lover