"Portrait of Red" as written by and Daniel Dolan Christopher Birdsall....
Baby is bored of life, she sleeps from nine to five
Wakes up in time to beat the hell out of me tonight
Do me some harm
Come on and do me some harm

Scratch out your life, paint me a portrait of red
Beat out the truth when I am lying in bed
Come on and do me some harm
Do me some harm

I'm watching my girl taking out her aggression
A pain from her hell feels like a pain from my heaven
Hands round my throat, my baby teaches a lesson
I see all sorts of colours

Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a, like a... yeah!
You got it! Yeah! You got it!

Force my head down, make me taste the disgrace
Don't bottle it up, don't put your anger to waste
Come on and do me some harm
Do me some harm

I'm watching my girl taking out her aggression
A pain from her hell feels like a pain from my heaven
Hands round my throat, my baby teaches a lesson
I see all sorts of colours

Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a, like a...
You got it! You got it! You got it!

Get down
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body like a canvas
Baby treat my body...
You got it! You got it! You got it!


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