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  1. Every Time You Feel Her Touch

From the recording Complicated

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Lyrics

Whiskey glass is empty, cigarette in hand
Final drag, smoke fills the air around
Music stops and silence, is the sound
Money paid to the evenings band

As you leave , your smile teases
Melts the hearts of the blue rinses
Both reach for the door then your heart stops
Every time you feel her touch

Smiles she has plenty, golden like the sand
Sweet lips not painted always taste so good
Words are her passion, she ain't no fool
Her love could fill the whole of the land

As you leave your smile teases
Melts the hearts of the blue rinses
Both reach for the door then your heart stops
Every time you feel her touch
Every time you feel her touch
Every time you feel her touch