My hands are searching for you. My arms are outstretched towards you. I feel you on my fingertips. My tongue dances behind my lips for you
You never close your eyes anymore. When I kiss your lips. And there's no tenderness. Like before in your fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it, baby. But baby, baby. I know it You've
take a healthy bite. From your dainty fingertips. . My joy would be complete, dear,. If you were only here,. But still I keep your hand. As a precious souvenir. . The night you died I cut it off
. (remember), the night was so exciting. (remember), her smile was so inviting. (remember), the she touched me cheek. (remember), with her fingertips. (remember), softly. Softly we met with a kiss
A balloon to your lips. And held between your fingertips. But soon it slips your grip and whips. Around the room, spitting its fumes. Just like me, ain't it just like me? An' hate, so filled with
back, her head down in my lap. The moonlight shinin down on her hair. The radio was playin, her fingertips were strayin. Her Mama didnt know she was there, no She said, "Oh baby, you make me feel ah
sucking your fingertips. Oh, lash me with your whip. I'm your slave. My dear carniwhore. You're the cocaine on my filthy mirror. Oh my god how I need you. Living in fear to be left alone. My lips turn
saw a lonely, lonely face. Just lookin' back at me Tears in his eyes. And a prayer on his lips. And the glove of his lost love. Was at his fingertips Moody river more deadly. Than the vainest knife
. (remember), the night was so exciting. (remember), her smile was so inviting. (remember), the she touched me cheek. (remember), with her fingertips. (remember), softly. Softly we met with a kiss
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips. There's no tenderness like before in you fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it. But baby, baby I know it You've lost that lovin
You never close your eyes. Anymore when I kiss your lips. There's no tenderness. Like before in you fingertips You're trying hard not to show it. Baby, baby I know it You've lost that lovin
fingertips from reaching. In my pocketbook and. Picking out the bills. . And I got tiny white blisters. In my throat from trying. To ease my nervous tension. Taking all them patent pills. . And ever
You never close your eyes. Anymore when I kiss your lips. There's no tenderness. Like before in you fingertips. . You're trying hard not to show it. Baby, baby I know it. . You've lost that
Nothing bitchy will ever leave my lips. And this tingle in my fingertips. Isn't really. A heart attack. Man on the curb. Breathing heavily. And the fear now. That is eating me. Isn't really
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips. There's no tenderness like before in you fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it. But baby, baby I know it You've lost that lovin
cherries to crush. There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips. They stain your hand, press too hard. They'll colour your lips. . But the flavour is. Tart. And the flavour is. Tart. Is it
so she. Reached back and she untied that little string. Oh, and then she smiled at me. And blew a kiss right off her fingertips. I don't know what it is. But there's something about a woman. Yeah, some
of august and her sons,. Who sent fire from their fingertips in the holy vow of a teenage kiss. Now we're much too old for this,. And I don't feel those kinds of things. So don't you cry for me