Don't talk to me Don't touch me My hands are made of glass and they'll strike you I struggle to be nice and I'll just bite you ♪ I love you But don't be fooled by me My hands are made of glass and they'll cut you They're hidden under sleeves So you can't always see The fragments ♪ My hands are made of glass and they'll strike you My hands are made of glass and they'll cut you Don't you dare get comfortable with me