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Clive Gregson
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Fingerless Gloves
There's a girl outside Green Park station, Playmg her guitar for the home bound crowd, Every now and then, someone stops to give her meney, She doesn't miss a beat, she's laying it down... Her eyes are closed, her head's thrown back, Her feet are tapping out a rhythm as she sings about Iove, Her breath is hanging in the cold evening air, She's wearing ballet shoes and fingerless gloves, Ballet shoes and fingerless gloves...
Well I stop to listen to a couple of verses, Ahout a Romeo and his Juliet, She'll never be an angel but I've heard a lot worse, Her voice is the colour of cigarettes, Her eyes are closed, her head's thrown back, Her feet are tapping out a rhythm as ghe sings about love, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Her breath is hanging in the cold evening air, She's wearing ballet shoes and fingerless gloves, Ballet shoes and fingerless gloves...
A few hours later, I'm standing on a stage, Playing my guitar for a paying crowd, Right at the front is the Green Park girl, Singing and clapping and a-laughing out loud, I close my eyes, throw my head back, My feeet are tapping out a rhythm as I lie about love, I can't help thinking how lucky I am, I've never had to wear fingerless gloves, Never had to wear fingerless gloves...
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