(Verse 1) You hide your hands when I’m around, Like you don’t like what I’ve found, But I see diamonds in your skin, Every little flaw you’re in. You curl them up inside your sleeve, Like you got something to conceal, But girl, the way you trace my name, That’s the softest kind of real. (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, I tease you, call ‘em things I don’t mean, Just to watch you roll your eyes at me, But if I’m honest, yeah you know the truth— Ain’t nobody got a touch like you. (Chorus) Those pretty little fingers on my skin, Got me falling over, over again, Yeah, I joke, call ‘em “obese” just to see you fight, But they fit in mine like they were made just right. Every line, every curve I adore, Even when you try to hide ‘em some more, Girl, you don’t even know what you do, With those pretty little fingers, you. (Verse 2) Late night, you’re drawing shapes on me, Like you’re writing poetry, Every move, it tells a story, You don’t need no apology. And when you pull away too fast, Like you think I didn’t notice that, I grab your hand and pull you close, Yeah, I’m never letting go of that. (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, I tease you, yeah I play that role, But you got control I can’t control, And every time you lace with mine, Feels like everything aligns. (Chorus) Those pretty little fingers on my skin, Got me falling over, over again, Yeah, I joke, call ‘em “obese” just to see you fight, But they fit in mine like they were made just right. Every line, every curve I adore, Even when you try to hide ‘em some more, Girl, you don’t even know what you do, With those pretty little fingers, you. (Bridge) If you saw what I see, you’d never hide, Every little thing you doubt, I’m on your side, Yeah, I’ll spend my whole life proving it’s true— They’re perfect every time they move. (Final Chorus) Those pretty little fingers got my heart, From the way they pull me back to the start, Yeah, I’ll tease you forever, but you know it’s love, Every little thing about you’s more than enough. So don’t you ever try to pull away, I’ll be holding on a little more each day, Girl, you don’t even know what you do, With those pretty little fingers… you.
