LYRICS
Wish I could take it back
That attack
Take it all back
But it slipped right through
There was nothing I could do
It slipped right through
Through my fingers
Took me for a sucker
Some kind-of ringer
Slipped right through my finger…s
My grasp
Couldn’t last
It didn’t last
It slipped right through
There was nothing I could do
I’m thinking I need some better fingers
Better than these butterfingers
Some better butterfingers
For goodness
Forgiveness
Restore the happiness
Substitution for these butterfingers
A reconstitution of better fingers
ABOUT THE SONG
Em C D Em
115 BPM / Tip with a Reggae backbeat
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers, Controller and Computer
From the album Storyboard
by Daniel Brouse