Fingers

Hey you!

Watch me fall through your fingers.

I will spill away like falling sand.

I said, "Hey you!

Watch me fall through your fingers.

Now you know what it's like to be a man."

I still remember,

the night you sang Moon River.

The way the moonlight lay,

like a bracelet on your wrist.

You said, "I want my ring back."

I said, "Indian giver."

When all I wanted,

was your finger not your fist.

I said, "Hey you!

Watch me fall through your fingers.

I will spill away like falling sand."

I said, "Hey you!

Watch me fall through your fingers.

Now you know what it's like to be a man."

I said, "Hey you!

Watch me fall through your fingers.

I will spill away like falling sand."

I said, "Hey you!

Watch me fall through your fingers.

Now you know what it's like to be a man.

Now you know what it's like to be a man.

Now you know what it's like to be a man.

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