[Lyric] Dirty Fingers (Tom DeLuca)

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?

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?
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

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

(Dirty, dirty)
(Dirty fingers)
(Dirty, dirty)

(Dirty, dirty)
(Dirty fingers)
(Dirty, dirty)
Come on, [?]

(Dirty, dirty)
(Dirty fingers)
(Dirty, dirty)

(Dirty, dirty)
(Dirty fingers)
(Dirty, dirty)