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