Fingertips
(Difford/Tilbrook)
You infiltrate my every hour
You bug me like a flea
I only wish I had the power
To cut you free of me
Like some crustacean on my hull
You stick with me and make life dull
How can I make you see
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m in love with you
You typify the things to me
That I no longer do
So get a grip and let me be
And my life will improve
Leave me alone, get off my case
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢re always there right in my face
But that is nothing new
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m so in love with you
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s funny how I loved 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
You hoover up the very words
I choose to throw away
I know some people never learn
So how can I complain
You hiss at me and make me shake
Like some old grumpy rattlesnake
Letâ"š¬â"ž¢s think this through again
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m so in love with you