text: With your hands, oh, with your
  With your hands, oh, with your hands
  With your hands, oh, with your
  Touch me, feel me
  Went from hands on the wheel to hands on my thigh
  To hands on my body in the back of the Porsche
  Im in love with your fingertips
  I reminisce places you kiss
  Girl, its been too long
  And when you rock them short nails, thats lowkey sentimental
  Now keep em cut though so there aint no incidentals
  And I love them tattoos, I still gotta learn em all
  Tell me when youre gonna make them the writings on my wall and
  Touch me, feel me
  Get to know me inside
  If you love me, show me
  Touch me 
  Feel me 
  Gеt to 
  Know me 
  Inside 
  If you 
  Love mе 
  Show me 
  Show me
  Had a feeling we would take it this far
  When you kissed me in your car
  Ill stop rockin nails for you
  Ill park the Porsche and drop the top
  You drop your dress, Ill take the stress away from you
  Youre beggin me to make a move 
  Im beggin for a sip of juice 
  You been my favorite kind of fruit
  You are my favorite kind of muse
  One day, when I get back to the world
  Im gonna thank you on the stage
  You deserve every kind of praise
  Because of you, I learned to pray
  Thank you for lovin all my ways
  Come here and put it on my face
  Its like you know how good you taste, so
  Touch me, feel me 
  Get to know me inside 
  If you love me, show me 
  Touch me 
  Feel me 
  Get to 
  Know me 
  Inside 
  If you 
  Love me 
  Show me 
  When I get drunk, I still call you Monét
  Yeah, you still got it your way
  Love when I call out your name, oh
  You know I love when you call me Monét
  But the way you make me rain
  Gon make me wanna change names
  Touch me, feel me 
  Get to know me inside 
  If you love me, show me 
  Touch me, feel me
  Get to know me inside
  If you love me, show me