you like the bottle at my lips And when I fell off of my bike, my life had been eclipsed By all the grief and disbelief there at your finger, at your fingertips
Vertaling: Squeeze. Vingers.
robbers, steelers and panty raiders She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing I
I see you talk to him It tears me up, oh, it tears me up And I can't stop crying Oh, baby, I can't stop crying I see you kiss his lips And squeeze his fingertips
, from one nine, now you showin the vein My shells is like information, go in your brain Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love Burn your fingertips
Oh, well I put your arms around me now And try your best to squeeze me Love me baby, you know how Yes, a-rock me my baby Well, rock a-like a hockory-
Sting's version: Need some one's hands to help me through the night Need some one's arms to hold and squeeze me tight 'Cause when the night begins and
robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERS She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing I knew
want me, now Make me feel like a man, yeah Sittin? in the back, her head down in my lap The moonlight shinin? down on her hair The radio was playin?, her fingertips
squeeze box Always at your fingertips I wanna be your blues harp A little closer to your lips Let me be your washboard You can play me fast or slow Squeeze
Need some one's hands To help me through the night Need some one's arms To hold and squeeze me tight 'Cause when the night begins And I'm at an end That
heartbeat Squeezing tight, burning from your body heat We lay in affection The world at our fingertips Don't ever, ever let me go Skin so soft, wanna feel your heartbeat Squeezing
workin' up my never and I can hardly Tonight when she asks for request I'll stand up and say I wanna be your squeeze box Always at your fingertips I
you talk to him It tears me up, oh, it tears me up And I can't stop crying Oh, baby, I can't stop crying I see you kiss his lips And squeeze his fingertips
want me, now Make me feel like a man, yeah Sittin' in the back Her head down in my lap The moonlight shinin' down on her hair The radio was playin' Her fingertips
Need some one's hands to help me through the night Need some one's arms to hold and squeeze me tight 'Cause when the night begins and I'm at an end That
