By Riggs
Date: 26 November 2000
Glitter On My Fingertips
Slipped in through the window
on a cold October morn
cigarette between my lips
and glitter on my fingertips
there's nothing in the way you move
your face is in the dawn.
Sucking in the silver frost
and losing last nights heat
in misty bursts of steamy fog
to people in the street.
I met a Spanish ladies man
on canvas thick and white
he told me exactly what to say
but all the while I looked away
cos nothing ever makes as much sense
in daytime as at night.
Sucking in the silver frost
and losing last nights heat
in misty bursts of steamy fog
to people in the street.
Crawled under the covers
and tried to curl up tight
but the bundle by my side
pulls away, she's got her pride
and I shiver like a dog
that hasn't ever been treated right.
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