The boys all know her
She walks alone at night
We all know she's built to please
She got magic fingers
She knows where to touch
When she's through, you're on your knees
Will she call tonight?
Who'll be the lucky one?
We call her
Dirty fingers, nasty reputation
Dial the phone
And do your number on me
Dirty fingers, make your connection
Squeeze me, please me
I'm right in the palm of your hands
Dirty, dirty
Once you get a taste of
What she's got to give
You can't go for second best
Yeah
Now she's my obsession
Danger in her eyes
I forget about the rest
We all sit and wonder
Who'll be the one tonight?
We call her
Dirty fingers, nasty reputation
Dial the phone
And do your number on me
Dirty fingers, make your connection
Squeeze me, please me
I'm right in the palm of your hand
Dirty, dirty
We all sit and wonder
Who'll be the one tonight?
We call her
Dirty fingers
(Dirty, dirty)
Dirty fingers
Dirty fingers
(Dirty, dirty)
Squeeze me, please me
I'm right in the palm of your hand
Yeah
Dirty fingers, nasty reputation
Dirty fingers
Dirty fingers, make your connection
Dirty fingers
Dirty fingers
(Dirty, dirty)
Dirty fingers
Dirty fingers
(Dirty, dirty)
Squeeze me, please me
I'm right in the palm of your hand
Dirty, dirty
Dirty Fingers was written by Taylor Rhodes & Tom DeLuca.
Dirty Fingers was produced by Brian MacLeod (CA) & Paul Dean.