[Lyric] Right Hand Man (Ian Abel)

I’ve got my eyes on you
You twinky little ginger
The way you wear your shirt so snug
That bubble butt, those nipple studs
That supple chest, those chestnut eyes
Your hand that’s drifting up his thighs
You know exactly what he likes
He’s what you want so don’t think twice

Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to keep
Your hands to yourself
How could you know that he was waiting patiently
For someone else

But you can use your right hand, man
When you’re on your own tonight
Sorry I’m not sorry that you
Didn’t know the boy was mine

The boy is, the boy is, the boy is mine
You know, a boy like that you could nеver afford
I bought the ring you pretеnd to ignore
But that look in his eyes has gotta be torture
Based on the way you’re bustin’ out of those shorts

Your fingers tracing up and down his body
Got more than enough
Didn’t your father teach you it’s ok to look
But not to touch

‘Cause you can use your right hand, man
When you’re on your own tonight
Sorry I’m not sorry that you
Didn’t know the boy was mine

You can use your right hand, man
When you’re on your own tonight
Sorry I’m not sorry that you
Didn’t know the boy was mine

Sure I like to watch and sure he likes to play
And “boys will be boys” is not just a cliché
But hands off bitch, ‘cause not today, no
Who invited you anyway?

You can use your right hand, man
When you’re on your own tonight
Sorry I’m not sorry that you
Didn’t know the boy was mine
You can use your right hand, man
When you’re on your own tonight
Sorry I’m not sorry that you
Didn’t know the boy is mine

Mine, right hand man
You’re on your own tonight
You didn’t know the boy was mine
You didn’t know, you didn’t know, damn
Right hand man, oh
Use your right hand man
‘Cause the boy is mine