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Pre-Raphaelite'

Paris Paloma

Letra

    Ah, ah, ah-ah
    Ah, ah-ah, ah

    She looked like a painting by a Pre-Raphaelite
    With red hair cascadin', past her slopin' sad eyes, if
    Rossetti could have seen her, how he would have cried, and
    He didn't have words like mine
    Auburn hair tucked into the neck of her
    Father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest, so when
    I tuck my locks into the collar of my shirt
    From time to time, I think of her

    And I'm everything that she isn't, and I would
    Make myself in her image if I could
    If I didn't know better, if I didn't know more
    She sits on velvet in candlelight
    Collaterally illuminating all my
    Inadequacies, I spent my life building pedestals

    And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
    She dances naked, my body, I could never show
    She's in a painting and I'm out of it
    And I make things, but she's made out of it

    She's made out of it, out of it
    She's made out of it, out of it
    She's made out of it

    I once watched as we sat by the stream
    Her pluck a pink magnolia straight from the tree
    Without a care in the world, that flower, she did eat
    So nonchalant, speaking to me

    And there was a time I was certain, I was sure
    She grew straight from the earth on her pedestal
    But here in the dirt, I know her better, I know her more
    And I'd be subject to her laughter, if she ever did know
    Those things shaped me after into my skin sewn
    Even she is a patchwork and how I enjoy the fall

    I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
    It's in her nature, not any kind of show
    She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
    And I make things, and she's made out of it

    She's made out of it, out of it
    She's made out of it, out of it
    She's made out of it

    Red hair tucked into a blue sweater
    Hand-knit pink magnolia petals
    And men swear blood oaths for their Helen
    But she needs no such defender
    Spider writing on her letters
    I know her more, I know her better
    I know her flaws, and I've known heaven
    I know her more, and

    I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
    That it's in her nature, not any kind of show
    She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
    And I make things, and she's made out of it

    She's made out of it, out of it
    She's made out of it, out of it
    She's made out of it


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