 |
Teenage Fanclub A Catholic Education Every Picture I Paint See her lying in my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit It's more a flavor, taste like wine Sticking something cold inside Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine You're very presence turns me dear It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you You're very presence turns me dear It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you See her lying in my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit It's more a flavor, taste like wine Sticking something cold inside Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine You're very presence turns me dear It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you You're very presence turns me dear It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you You're very presence turns me dear It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you You're very presence turns me dear It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.