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Every Picture I Paint Lyrics
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
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
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
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 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
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you
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I'm positive that "Sticking something cold inside. Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine" should be "Stiff and something cold inside. As icicles form on my spine" and "You're very presence turns me dear" should be "you're very presence turns me blue"
Love this song. The beginning of a fresh relationship? Despite not being able to fully capture his love, his enthusiasm is not in doubt. He'll keep trying.
Fourth line is actually "I'd love to sail into her ?" Can't quite get the last word there, though.