Red Right Hands - Harlem Shakes

you’re on my mind, on my mind

I’ve got a picture of you

I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it

It’s not a look for you

On a clean sheet

we daydream sleep

sisters read our palms whoa-a

Our Tvs watched just like all knowing mouths

they say

cherish something don’t burn nothing

wind up nothing too whoa-a

A real folk (sy sam)?

will say what to do

and he walks in this cassanova

drinks in every hand

sings sweet songs of all our plans

sweet songs of all our plans

and he walks in this cassanova

hides his red right hand

sings sweet songs of all our land

sweet songs

You’re on my mind, on my mind

and got a picture of you

I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it

He’s not a look for you

dirty winos, dollar dance halls

one squall ends them all whoa-a

still we hope we can change

and just be there (for it)?

unless you’re born dead, unless you’re undead

our moms are still our moms whoa-a

can’t recall what she (says)?

like our fiction songs

and he walks in this cassanova

drinks in every hand

sings sweet songs of all our plans

sweet songs of all our plans

and he walks in this cassanova

hides his red right hand

sings sweet songs of all our land

sweet songs

You’re on my mind, on my mind

and gonna leak off slow

hold me light, hold me right

that way that just you know