Take My Hand

People will talk, they’ll say we’re not really in love
That we’re too young, so we don’t know

But how can I stop, I’m already caught and tangled up
And your arms won’t let go

Take my hand, take my hand
Take my hand, I don’t want to let go

And when I come over, to cry on your shoulder
With whiskey on my breath and dirt on my hands, you understand
So kiss me so sweet, and I’ll take your ring
And you can make an honest woman out of me

So take my hand, take my hand
Take my hand, I don’t want to let go
Take my hand, take my hand,
Take my hand, take my hand
I don’t want to let go
I don’t want to let go

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