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