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Bobby Plough: Music

Slips Though Your Fingers

(Bobby Plough)
Michael S. O'Connor
She sang Devil With The Blue Dress On every night
She played, shook the tambourine through every song
Truckers pass through this part of town, then out again
Here I am, my feet buried in the sand, standin’ still

Love slips though your fingers, a slammin’ door
Love slips through your hands, you still want more

A neon silhouette forms a halo around her head
Her heart is past the speed of sound,
And the drummer’s playin’ loud
Those little lungs sure sing the blues,
Tellin’ you the news
The words just roll right off her tongue
With every cheatin’ song

Love slips though your fingers, a slammin’ door
Love slips through your hands, you still want more

A well wore leather bag hold’s everything she has
Cigarettes and photographs, her Daddy’s silver flask
And as she runs outside the door
Past the bikes all in a row
You know I beg her not to leave
With every bend on my guitar string

Truckers pass through this part of town, then out again
Here I am, my feet buried in the sand, standin’ still

Love slips though your fingers, a slammin’ door
Love slips through your hands, you still want more

Love slips right though your fingers
Love slides right through your hands
Love slips right though your fingers