Lyrics Fefe Dobson – In Better Hands

Three strikes, we tried
Now I’m in better hands
I know this may sound impolite
But I’m in better hands

Knew I had to let it be
Losing your identity
You became the shadow
Thought I’d make you understand
Drop a boy, got a man
Dude had to hit the road

This has become so uncool fast
Guess we weren’t built to last (no)

Three strikes, we tried
Now I’m in better hands
I know this may sound impolite
But I’m in better hands
His hands, this love
Fits like a glove
Three strikes, we tried
You know I’m in better hands (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la)

Got over your nicotine
Habits and your skinny jeans
How they’re always tighter than mine
You get under my skin
When you take me out for din
I paid the bill every time

This has become so uncool fast
Guess we weren’t built to last (no)

Three strikes, we tried
Now I’m in better hands

Every night I lay beside you
Knew there was more for me, me
Found someone who’s nothing like you
Hands fit perfectly, ly

Every night I lay beside you
Knew there was more for me, me
Found someone who’s nothing like you
Hands fit perfectly, ly
No

Three strikes, we tried
Now I’m in better hands
I know this may sound impolite
But I’m in better hands
His hands, this love
Fits like a glove
Three strikes, we tried
You know I’m in better hands (better hands)

Three strikes, we tried
Now I’m in better hands (I’m in better hands)
I know this may sound impolite
But I’m in better hands
His hands, this love
Fits like a glove (like a glove)
Three strikes, we tried
You know I’m in better hands

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, hoo-ooh) I’m in better hands
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, hoo-ooh) I’m in better hands
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, hoo-ooh) I’m in better hands
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, hoo-ooh) I’m in better hands