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Daniel Dworsky - Tiny Hands lyrics
And it’s times like these that I miss the old man. I miss the laughter and the lies. He’d say, “Tiny hands, How ’bout taking it slow tonight. Tiny hands, Play it slow till you play it right” Tiny hands, Look who’s taking it slow tonight. The Rambler died in New Mexico She was borderline behind the wheel We were babies in the back seat, Reaching through second hand smoke. You know? When all you touch and all you feel, It’s all done with tiny hands. I can’t believe at all that mine were ever so small Tiny hands, Look who’s taking it slow tonight. When I was in trouble or not into it yet When all my seas would run dry To think that the devil hadn’t taken me then… When you get a little older a little wilder I’ll just say, , “Tiny hands, How ’bout taking it slow tonight. Tiny hands, Play it slow till you play it right” Tiny hands, Look who’s taking it slow tonight. Some words will haunt you some will dance in your sleep, Like shining sparks in your night Some just make money off of souls that they reap They offer you shelter in their lies. But not Tiny Hands. I’m taking it slow tonight. I’m playing it slow till I play it right Tiny Hands, Look who’s taking it slow tonight |
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