Lyrics:
She wanted to be like her mother in many ways
The way she walks
The way she smiles
Over and above all
The way she brushes her hair back
She heard it
lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the mac mac brushes
Loreal got the most watermelon crushes
That's probably the reason all these boys got
skip
AH world, wide, seems like
AH loose, breeze, brushes, cheek
My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes
Painted face, Egyptian eye-brows and bright red lips
Pale white make-up, tight black skirts
She wanted to be like her mother in many ways
The way she walks, the way she smiles
Over and above all
The way she brushes her hair back
She
about a thing
Skydiver
I'm not being brave, it's my money, not my life
When I need to take a break from the brushes and the knife
And I always
Shoulder to cry on
Hacksaws and hammers
Brushes and mop
And i've got the ladders
Up on the top
If something needs doing
I always say
You want it
together again
It's been twenty-five years
Of spreading infection
Somehow we're not affected
So my mom, she brushes her hair
And my dad starts growing bob
a paint box
And some brushes to pass the time
Since you've been gone
It's a portrait of a broken man
And the colors always run
A figure in
unfolding
Your hand brushes mine
And a thousand sensations
Seduce me
'Cause I
I do cherish you
For the rest of my life
You don't have to think twice
in
Should've seen my face when she rushed in
Throwin' purses, make-up and brushes
I can't keep it aside
Loving with caution, rushing
No I can't
and brushes
I, I love you (I, I, I, I, I, I) I want
I love you (I, I, I, I, I, I) I want
I love you (I, I, I, I, I, I) I want
I love you, even though I
in
Should've seen my face when she rushed in
Throwin' purses, make-up and brushes
I can't keep it aside
Loving with caution, caution
No, I can't
just want to frame you in the same shit (same shit)
Never been afraid to let it go (let it go)
I just want to run it on the canvas
Brushes stroke is
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
in
Should've seen my face when she rushed in
Throwin' purses, make-up and brushes
I can't keep it aside
Loving with caution, rushing
No I can't
the air
She brushes my arm and smiles ever faintly
A famine and vision with the sun in her hair
We might go walking hand in
Hand in the garden and cross
I guess the differences
Between us 3-
They make our open books awful hard to read
Maybe I've
Been painting you
With all the wrong brushes too
Maybe
It's late in the evening she's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me, Do I
with a pension, don't ever mention
You once had a craving for the brushes and paint
So go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it,
I guess the differences
Between us 3-
They make our open books awful hard to read
Maybe I've
Been painting you
With all the wrong brushes too
Maybe
wonders, new horrors
Tornado for the obligations to convention
For the convolutions
In the skull, cyclone
As headcleaner!
Wire brushes to the vermin
mine
Just a sip of wine and you could be mine
Just a kiss divine
A hand brushes by my love
A smile fuels a steel inferno
You don't have to die
Some brushes some paint
She's using a palate instead of razors
She's coloring outside the lines
And living life even further beyond them
Like they
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