Lyrics

Words and Music / Jason Roberts

She was that kind of girl ice cream wouldn’t melt in her mouth
Though from my hometown her voice was pure velvet South
She walked into the room and stopped me stone dead with her smile
I emptied all my pockets and gave her everything but denial

She’s out of my hands, why can’t I get her out of my head?
She’s out of my hands

Well about the same time I gave a lift to a friend
He said he’d always be with me right to the bitter end
But the girl she up and left me and headed for the sun
Was it over ‘fore it started or maybe just never begun

She’s out of my hands...

She’s out of my hands out of my bed
Out of my arms why not out of my head

She’s out of my hands...