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Pre-Raphaelite - Paris Paloma
Composed by：Paris Paloma
Produced by：Justin Glasco/Paris Paloma
She looked like a painting by a Pre-Raphaelite
With red hair cascading past her sloping 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 spend my life building pedestals
And I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
She dances naked
My body I can 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 enjoyed the fall
And 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
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
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
