Offa My Hands

Standing outside a window
On the second floor
Voices inside calling
Knocking on my door
Before I jump into something that I’m not ready for…
Gotta wash you offa my hands
Gotta wash you off
Every single day and
Gotta wash you offa my hands
Writing down lame excuses
On my bedroom walls
Making a mess is easy
When you think you know it all
Cause every now and then you make me break a little law
Gotta wash you offa my hands
Gotta wash you off
Every single day and
Gotta wash you offa my hands
Offa my hands
Offa my hands
Offa my hands
Offa my hands