Tom DeLuca: Dirty fingers [lyrics]

Tom DeLuca: Dirty fingers [lyrics]

Tom DeLuca

Dirty fingers

The boys all know her

She walks alone at night

We all know she's built to please

She got magic fingers

She knows where to touch

When she's through, you're on your knees

Will she call tonight?

Who'll be the lucky guy?

CHORUS

They call her

Dirty fingers, nasty reputation

Dial the phone and do your number on me, yeah

Dirty fingers, make your connection

Squeeze me, please me

I'm right in the palm of your hands

Dirty fingers

Once you get a taste

Of what she's got to givе

You can't go for second best

Hooked on my obsеssion

The danger in her eyes

She got the scent you can't resist

We all sit and wonder

Who'll be her man tonight?

CHORUS

We all sit and wonder

Who'll be her man tonight?

They call her

Dirty fingers

(Dirty, dirty)

Dirty fingers

Dirty fingers

(Dirty, dirty)

Squeeze me, please me

I'm right in the palm of your hands

(One, two, three, four)

(Dirty, dirty)

(Dirty fingers)

(Dirty, dirty)

(Dirty, dirty)

(Dirty fingers)

(Dirty, dirty)

You know how to touch me, baby