Now, they were talking of the cyclist clampdown.
I came out wearing a crown.
I never understood, Joe at all.
Or his father in the hall.
Chorus:
It's my dancing fingers.
It's my dancing fingers.
It's my dancing fingers.
It's my dancing fingers.
While awaiting you, I guess we lost our love.
While awaiting you, my brothers multiplied like gloves.
My timing is guess work.
My critisisms cause...
The only voice in the temporary clause.
Chorus:
What is an identity?
If only to prove a healthy steed.
My only remorse is that the ego grew indeed.
The jury spoke and she got three years.
It's a New York joke, but he and I drink to our ears.
Chorus:
copyright Peter Timusk@1986
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