Peter Kingsbery Five Fingers
Five fingers and one tough Start the fire that I miss so much A hard laugh and a cool smile Frightened eyes like a runaway child She's the darling of your dreams That disappears without a trace And such a pretty young thing A good kid The precious kind Daddy's baby Is doing fine A split lip from a fist fight She paints her face for a saturday night White bracelets and black hose Stepping out like a real Jackie-O Not a man that's on the make It's gonna be a slow burn Got a habit got to break