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Paroles: Iq. Through My Fingers (menel).

So baby, you don't have the time
Too busy, you can't see the crime
In keeping yourself to yourself
Well girl, you don't look that good anyway

Persistence paid off in the end
She insisted we'd only be friends
That was then this is now one year later
It's not right, no, not quite
All the lights are on but no one's home tonight

Girl with a summer tan
Slips through my fingers like sand
Well, all I wanted to see was you
You coming home to me

Smiled so wide, I'm tearing my face
When she moved her stuff into my place
But all I see now are notes on a table

Yeah, I love you too
What good does that do?
We gotta get together, baby, me and you

Girl with a summer tan
Slips through my fingers like sand
Well, all I wanted to see was
You coming home to me

I go crazy pacing the floor
Learn my lines
Then you walk through the door

And when I see you it fires something in me
Your loving shows
I wanna burn these clothes
And take your right there
Where you're standing, lace and all

Girl with a summer tan
Slips through my fingers like sand
Well, all I wanted to see was you
You're coming home to me, girl

Girl with a summer tan
Slips through my fingers like sand
Well, all I wanted to see was you
Coming home, coming home
Coming home to me