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 to her
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
It's more of a flavor, tastes like wine
Sticking something cold inside
Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
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 to her
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
It's more of a flavor, tastes like wine
Sticking something cold inside
Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
My pillow stuffed beneath her head
Her hair is like a sea of gold
I'd love to say it to her
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
It's more of a flavor, tastes like wine
Sticking something cold inside
Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
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 to her
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
It's more of a flavor, tastes like wine
Sticking something cold inside
Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Your very presence turns me blue
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
Credits
Writer(s): Gerard Love, Norman Blake, Brendan O Hare, Raymond Mcginley
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