Hands Full

Lyrics

[Verse 1 — Jenna] Nic takes a sip, leaves lipstick behind, I watch her mouth and lose my mind, Jed catches me staring across the room, That little smirk says, “Yeah, me too.” He pours mine stiff, right to the top, I hold his stare and say, “Don’t stop.” Nic nearly chokes when she hears that line, So naturally I take my fucking time. One slow swallow, eyes on you, Now you’re wondering what I’ll do, Jed looks between us, shakes his head— But that grin tells me enough instead. You cross your legs, I lose my place, He rolls his sleeves, I watch your face, And now I know the quickest way To make both of you misbehave. [Pre-Chorus — Jenna] Fill it up, Make it strong, I can take a little more Before the night's gone. Nic moves closer, Jed stays near, And every innocent meaning Has disappeared. [Chorus — Jenna] Nic gets me hungry, Jed gets me hot, I keep thinking dirty Whether I mean to or not. My hands full, hands full, That's how I like my nights, Her mouth making promises, His hands doing things right. She gets me wicked, He gets me weak, I love watching both their faces When I make something filthy sound sweet. My hands full, hands full, Baby, give me what I like— One king, two queens, And enough trouble for all night. [Verse 2 — Jenna] Nic starts bragging about his hands, Says Jed knows pressure on command, I ask how long he keeps it going— Both of you know where this is going. He rolls his sleeves. I bite my straw. Nic sees my face And fucking loses it all. “Something tight?” Jed asks me. “Yeah, you could work it out.” Nic looks straight into my eyes Like she knows what I'm thinking about. Firm pressure, Steady rhythm, Maybe take your time with it, And Nic, quit looking at my face Every time I say that shit. Jed asks, “Right there?” I close my eyes. You say, “Apparently.” I open them— And you're staring back at me way too fucking knowingly. [Pre-Chorus — Jenna] Little harder, Little slow, I don't even care Which meaning you both know. His hands stay busy, Your smile gets worse, And somehow every sentence Comes out sounding fucking cursed. [Chorus — Jenna] Nic gets me hungry, Jed gets me hot, I keep thinking dirty Whether I mean to or not. My hands full, hands full, That's how I like my nights, Her mouth making promises, His hands doing things right. She gets me wicked, He gets me weak, I love watching both their faces When I make something filthy sound sweet. My hands full, hands full, Baby, give me what I like— One king, two queens, And enough trouble for all night. [Verse 3 — Jenna] Then Nic says, “Wanna play?” And bends across that pool table. Nice rack. Jesus Christ. I'm only human, baby. Jed hands me his cue, I take the long one, Nic looks at my grip Like she's already having fun. “Both hands, Jenna.” Yeah, I fucking heard you. “Slide one lower.” Nic, I swear to God— You know exactly what you're doing. Jed corrects my stance, Tells me to follow through, But he's talking in my ear While I'm staring straight at you. You say, “Put some power behind it.” I hit too fucking hard. Jed laughs, You bite that lip— Nobody remembers the score. [Bridge — Jenna] Long pour. Nice rack. Firm hands. Lean back. Take it slow. Make it last. Nic keeps smiling When I ask too fast. Stroke it clean. Grip it tight. Jed says, “Again.” I say, “All fucking night.” Hit me. Deal me. Fill my cup. Every game around you two Sounds filthy as fuck. Something stiff. Something sweet. Something making Me cross my knees. One king. Two queens. And me thinking things That would ruin this song If I said what I mean. [Breakdown — Jenna] Jed asks, “Want me to keep going?” I look at Nic. She fucking smiles. Wrong question, sir. Nic asks, “Can you handle more?” Wrong question, ma'am. I tell them both, “Try me.” Silence. Oh. Apparently that was the wrong answer too. Jed's eyebrow goes up. Nic moves closer. And suddenly Jenna's mouth Has gotten Jenna into considerably more trouble. Again. [Final Chorus — Jenna] Nic gets me hungry, Jed gets me hot, I keep thinking dirty And I don't wanna stop. My hands full, hands full, That's how I like my nights, Her mouth gets me reckless, His hands get everything right. She gets me wicked, He gets me weak, I fucking love their reactions When I make something filthy sound sweet. My hands full, hands full, Yeah, give me what I like— One king, two queens, And enough trouble for all night. [Outro — Jenna] His hands. Her mouth. My mind Heading south. Her rack. His cue. My eyes Going back to you. Firm pressure. Long pour. Every time they ask, I want more. Jed knows. Nic knows. Neither one's As innocent as they pose. And Jenna? I came over looking for trouble. Turns out Nic and Jed serve everything in doubles.