Lyric 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