carnivore with a piece of meat, And furthermore Remove her glasses from her face This females lost in space Lost her sight, her eyes aint right Eyeballs painted
: Elegant, you were born at night Sewn by soft hands Oh the softest hands Born in solitude Born of painted eyes Painted Eyes That always looked to the
your face, and know I made it home. If nothing is true, What more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you, I am still painting flowers for you.
: If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath
so content with their named napkins and their stolen paper bag hearts They tie their hands behind their back That's the name for them: The Painters of
: Painted people get you going and I'll smother that pig in a holy scene It ain't too hard to see The paint, my love gets you going like you wanne be
hmm, hmm,... I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted
: I go hard in da motherfuckin paint nigga Touch 8 nigga stuff it in da bank nigga Oder 20 bottle of da rose'a Tell that bitch I'm a motherfuckin poblem
riverdale I can't forget the hit squad 1017 brick squad Lebron flocka james I go hard in da muhfuckin paint nigga Flockaaa I go hard in da muhfuckin paint
and it has been painted black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint
I could not foresee This thing happening to you. If I look hard enough Into the setting sun, My love will laugh with me Before the morning comes Wanna see it painted Painted
: I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I
Y a des jours unis Sans ratures, sans rayures Des jours bien laves Par la pluie, et l'ennui, Y'a des jours sans tache, sans moustache, sans panache...
Komm wir malen eine Sonne auf dem grauen Pflasterstein. und wir laden alle Kinder aus dem Hause dazu ein. Bei der Arbeit gibt es Brause, die schmeckt