Five Fingers Lyrics

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