Eleven PM, we're on the sofa
Watching something, I think it's Downton or Oprah.
My mind is on the plot, the twist, the drama...
But I can feel your hand... heading for the trauma.
You call 'em pillows, you call 'em peaches.
I call 'em "mine" until the next day reaches.
Every single time, it’s a gravity pull
You lose all control, you act like a fool.
I just made some tea, I’m holding the cup, see?
You still got your fingers wrapped around my Curves property!
Hands off the Merch! This ain't a sample sale!
Hands off the Merch! Your squeezing is an epic fail!
BOUNCY, BOUNCY! I know they look so sweet,
But I'm just trying to make it from the kitchen to the seat!
Hands off the Merch! (Oh-oh-oh)
Hands off the Merch! (Oh-oh-oh)
Stop! Squeeze! Attack! (Uh-huh)
We're at the grocery store, I reach for the rice.
You walk behind me, thinking "What a nice, nice..."
Is your hand a magnet? Is my Curve a fridge?
You treat my shape like you're standing on a bridge!
I just wanna walk, I just wanna bend,
Without a sudden clutch that has no earthly end.
Hands off the Merch! This ain't a sample sale!
Hands off the Merch! Your squeezing is an epic fail!
BOUNCY, BOUNCY! I know they look so sweet,
But I'm just trying to make it from the kitchen to the seat!