If it's you I'm thinking of, is it really love? ButterFingers~ I slip through, your fingers... got to get away. Your kisses, they linger... got to get away. From butter, butter fingers. You're slipping away, slipping away. From butter, butter fingers... Yeah, slipping away, slipping away. Not going to stay. No, no no no. Not going to stay. No, no no no. Your lips, oh, they tingle... got to get away. Our kisses, they mingle... got to get away. From butter, butter fingers. Yeah, slipping away, slipping away. Not going to stay. Copyright 1999 Peggy Penny
