Mr. Fingers

I know how it feels when I need a disaster scenario I cannot have My magic hand smacks me in the forehead and reminds me I can be so bad Would you believe me if I said it was easy to file away my better half? Lock me in a closet with my mittens on and watch me while I blow my stack Now come unlock me you skinny-limbed blue-black stick Nobody knows that I talk to my fingers They tell me what I should not do When I have no past I stand on my hands and wait for the pain to come I guess I'll have to give my finger puppets up Tell me if you want one Mr. Fingers, I argue and look like a fool Get back in my pocket You're sketching my cool You make me so nasty Here comes the girl She's not permitted to see my world, to see my world Excuse me, missus I confess I'm loving your architecture Is that why your brother had me arrested? If you see me out on the streets You better get inside, get inside Never ever tell them your deepest secret And they won't ask you to shut up Mr. Fingers, I argue and look like a fool Get back in my pocket You're sketching my cool You make me so nasty Here comes the girl She's not permitted to see my world, to see my world Excuse me, missus I confess I'm loving your architecture Is that why your brother had me arrested? If you see my puppets and me You better get inside, get inside My fingers are numb from talking too much