Finger

I got my finger wrapped around your mistakes

I let you linger, I like the taste

Oh quite a vixen on your family tree

You pour my whiskey, stand next to me

I got no time to keep you off my mind

I see you walking, where's your alibi?

Leather jacket cold sweats hot morning cigarettes

Straighten up your tie in your Sunday best

Lucky bets big checks glass eye haven't slept

When he come around he'll put a slug in your chest

Ain't a game such a shame running from the blame

His finger on the trigger in a blackout car

Shoulda wrote a letter shoulda lived a little better

Shoulda got out of town like a shooting star

Five dozen roses in the back of the room

Mixed with a gallon of your, pink perfume

It's quite a mixture of your favorite fumes

Don't act so trixie, howl at the moon

I got no time to keep you off my mind

I see you walking, where's your alibi?

Leather jacket cold sweats hot morning cigarettes

Straighten up your tie in your Sunday best

Lucky bets big checks glass eye haven't slept

When he come around he'll put a slug in your chest

Ain't a game such a shame running from the blame

His finger on the trigger in a blackout car

Shoulda wrote a letter shoulda lived a little better

Shoulda got out of town like a shooting star