كلمات 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