I take your hand, take your hand
I slappy it playfully when I said
You were made to make me kind of mad
When you choose to pull away your hand
I can’t think or make a stand
All want to do is hold your hand
But you hold it out, and then pull it back
When I ask for you to cut me some slack
I don’t ask more than any other man
Please give me what I want…and hold out your hand
I’m a likin’ to the nails that your correcting
You have the strength in the grip that your making
There is a age that shows your texture and your grace
I see it in your hands, and in your face
You bring me joy when I see you express
The things and thoughts that bring you happiness
I hope that every card that makes you chose to fold
All of your fears that continue to be untold
Hold my hand and let your cares be gone
Hold my hand and let your hesitancy be done
I’ve been waiting for the moment that you let
Your inhibitions at the door with no regret
