Lyrics:
intimate, used to dream of someone to love
Now you come, and you go right by me
I know I'm in love
(I'd, I'd) like to put my fingers on you
(I'd, I'd)
intimate, used to dream of someone to love
Now you come, and you go right by me
I know I'm in love
(I'd, I'd) like to put my fingers on you
(I'd, I'd)
And if you don't, then you must be a buster
(You a buster)
Now put your middle finger up, motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Now put your middle finger up,
why, I don't know
You ask me why, and I say
Now you see me now you don't
I thourght by now you'd learned
You're gonna get your fingers burned
(You know
Guess who
I'm the leader of people that
Y'all have labelled as evil
I'd give you one middle finger
But I think one needs a sequel
Y'all screaming
want to be alone where is my man?
I spend hours by the phone where is my baby?
I chew my fingers to the bone where is my man?
Where is my baby? He
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softy with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life
touch
And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up
In the arms of a stranger, pretendin' it's love
Ah ooh, ooh ooh, stranger,
you go
Where the evil eyes won't follow on
And the curtains won't move
Every time you walk by
Boy just what have you done?
Cause when the fingers
[Rihanna]
The first time you kissed my lips
The first time your finger tips
Touchin' me, couldn't resist
The first, the first, the first
Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
pack if I ask he gunna pass
I ain't talking finger food when I say I tapas
We got big plans
Henny by the glass
Rolling with a sweet one say the word
a big fuck you!
I keep spitting in your face, every month and every day,
Every time you hear my name my middle finger’s up too.
You think I own you, by
spitting in your face, every month and every day,
Every time you hear my name my middle finger's up too.
You think I own you, by ain't got no room for these
gotta it, I gotta it right over here.
[F:] Ah, it is a Fender ay? Is this a Fender?
[K:] Ah well it’s a Gibson.
[F:] Yes a Gibson, yes. Made by
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
Yeah
Lil' momma fuck me get stupider
She drinking water from Jupiter
Flipping the finger to Lucifer
Cubic zirconia, what do you use it for?
Lil'
You are the watch I keep, my tangerine
You are my theatre, my victory
You are the highway in the night
The time when I first held you by the hand
You
You got your finger on the trigger
But your trigger finger lies
What’s depicted right in front of you
You have to clear your mind
You’ve been told
I like the way your hand fits with mine
I like the way our fingers entwine
It sends a shiver down my spine
I can't believe I made it past the first
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