My eyes had a vision of sweet lips yeelding beneath my command I had your love on the tips of my fingers but I let it slip right through my hands Yes I let it slip right through my hands Somebody took you when I wasn't looking and I should have known from the start ...
My arms long to hold you once more that's how it's been since you went away I hurt all over... The tips of my fingers are aching with the mem'ry of your loving touch And my heart hurts to think you could leave me the one who has loved you so much ...
I held you right on the tips of my fingers But I let it slip right through my hands My eyes had a vision of your sweet lips sweet lips Yielding beneath my command my command I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let it slip right through my hands Ah somebody took you...
In front of her was the steaming tea picked from the tender tips of branches prior to Tomb-sweeping Festival. It tasted bland when it first came into her mouth, yet it was clean and refined with a bit of refreshing sweetness. Seeing the Song Master hobble to and fro from the kitchen ...
“I didn’t have a bass player, so my thumb kind of played the bass,” he recalls. “I didn’t have a drummer, so my palm kind of slapped the two and four. And then my fingers would do the rest.” These days, many solo performers use loopers, harmonizer pedals, and other ...
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(Take a shot of Bacardi, take a shot of Bacardi) [Pre-Chorus] Raybans on cause I’m way to drunk, so bailare Eight fingers on, got drink in my cup, so bailare Show up, and I don’t give fuck, so bailare Throw up and I don’t give a fuck ...
As the tips of my fingers tried to clutch your love I'm sick of this soap in a bathtub love I need something to hold. (ah ah) I feel deluded As once again I am eluded And everything is left unconcluded I need something to hold Chorus And we know you're there Somewhere in these...
I put my hand on your stocking, I was movin' nice and slow Let my fingers do the walking, and there ain't far to go Don't tell me "I don't wanna be a girl like that" Do you wanna see a grown man cry? You don't wanna be a girl like that ...