Broken Hands

I want a boy with broken hands x2
To comb through my hair and to till the land
I want a boy with broken hands
I want a boy with worn in feet x2
Knows how to walk on the cold concrete
I want a boy with worn in feet
Oh my lover don’t you go now
Oh my lover don’t you go
Your worn hand will leave me for a better lover
Oh my lover don’t you go
I want a boy with a fucked up smile
Gonna buy him a drink see if he’ll stay for a while
He’s got a heart that I long to hold
Place it in my keeping I will watch it as you grow old
Oh my lover don’t you go now
Oh my lover don’t you go
Your worn hands will leave me for an other lover
Oh my lover don’t you go x2