Tuesday night, feet on the floornKeys in hand, headed out that doornI look to you, but you don't look backnThere's a slow train coming with a clickety-clacknnCome on baby, give it to menIf I chase you're running up that treenSeems there's nothing I can donTo get a little bit of love from the hands of younnYou've got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio GrandenAnd if you love me you've got to love me rightnSo take your sticky little fingers and hold me tightnnIt's like touch and go without touchnIt's all I ask but it's still too muchnYou've got to love me tendernYou've got to love me toughnBut what you're giving me just ain't enoughnnYou've got the sweetest little hands an this side of the Rio GrandenAnd if you love me you've got to love me rightnSo take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight