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
Cada imagen que pinto
La veo acostada en mi cama
Mi almohada debajo de su cabeza
Su cabello es como un mar de oro
Me encantaría decirle
Besar sus labios, están húmedos de saliva
Es más un sabor, sabe a vino
Insertando algo frío adentro
Esos ojos me ponen la piel de gallina
Tu mera presencia me conmueve querida
Se necesitan cien mil colores para pintarte
Y cada imagen que pinto no te captura
La veo acostada en mi cama
Mi almohada debajo de su cabeza
Su cabello es como un mar de oro
Me encantaría decirle
Besar sus labios, están húmedos de saliva
Es más un sabor, sabe a vino
Insertando algo frío adentro
Esos ojos me ponen la piel de gallina
Tu mera presencia me conmueve querida
Se necesitan cien mil colores para pintarte
Y cada imagen que pinto no te captura
Tu mera presencia me conmueve querida
Se necesitan cien mil colores para pintarte
Y cada imagen que pinto no te captura
Tu mera presencia me conmueve querida
Se necesitan cien mil colores para pintarte
Y cada imagen que pinto no te captura
Tu mera presencia me conmueve querida
Se necesitan cien mil colores para pintarte
Y cada imagen que pinto no te captura
Escrita por: Norman Blake / Raymond McGinley