Putty in her hands

I thought a photo of my daughter was fair exchange for her new sunglasses, but she snookered any good shots by pretending to beg me to stop. She complained I'd write embarrassing things about her, and choose dreadful music. I've perhaps been less than sensitive in past blips. So I told her she could choose the song.

'Slipping Through my Fingers' from Mamma Mia. Including the video. Not even the original ABBA version.

It's a bit ...sickly sweet, I said.
It's my favourite, she said. You remind me of Meryl Streep.
What's it got to do with the sunglasses?
Say that I slip through your fingers until the credit card comes out.

Song