Big Mits

Sticky Fingers

Compositor: Dylan Frost / Paddy Cornwall / Seamus Coyle / Beaker Best / Freddy Crabs & Taras Hrubyj-Piper.

Oooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oooh yeah yeah yeah yeah

She came over like a triple made sober
Forced into an erratic flavoured coma
She tames lovers through a televising tenor
Fiction flickers to a screen that fools a fellow

She moves my time
She lightens up my day
As I was ticked through years and through decades
Slow and fine
I watch her fill with pain
As frowns turn into cheers inside my rage

I don't wanna go down there
She don't wanna know
It's hard to sleep
For what's down here
I don't wanna go, oooh

She moves my time
She lightens up my day
As I was ticked through years and through decades
Slow and fine
I watch her fill with pain
As frowns turn into cheers inside my rage

I don't wanna find myself
Like a lonely little child
But the man inside won't help my pain
When he is craving a surprise

Sometimes you gotta get up and down
Like you've never seen this before
And it takes a little woman like you
To get the basses right to the floor
You never lie
You are the real thing
But there is only so much I can bring

She moves my time
She lightens up my day
As I was ticked through years and through decades
Slow and fine
I watch her fill with pain
As frowns turn into cheers inside my rage

I don't wanna go, ooh
I don't wanna go, ooh yeah
I don't wanna go, ooh
She don't wanna know