Portrait of Red Songtext
von The Virginmarys
Portrait of Red Songtext
Baby is bored of life
She sleeps from 9-5
Wakes up in time
To beat the hell out of me tonight
Do me some harm
Come on and do me some harm
Scratch out your life
Paint me a portrait of red
Beat out the truth
When I am lying in bed
Come on and do me some harm
Right, do me some harm
Watching my girl taking out her aggression
A pain from her hell, feels like a pain from my heaven
Hands round my throat, my baby teaches a lesson
I see all sorts of colours
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a, like a
You got it
You got it
You got it
Force my head down
Make me taste the disgrace
Don′t bottle it up
Don't put your anger to waste
Come on and do me some harm
Do me some harm
Right, do me some harm
Watching my girl taking out her aggression
A pain from her hell, feels like a pain from my heaven
Hands round my throat, my baby teaches a lesson
I see all sorts of colours
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a, like a
You got it
You got it
You got it
Get down
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
(Baby, treat my body like a canvas)
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
(Baby, treat my body like a canvas)
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
(Baby, treat my body like a canvas)
Baby, treat my body
You got it
You got it
You got it
She sleeps from 9-5
Wakes up in time
To beat the hell out of me tonight
Do me some harm
Come on and do me some harm
Scratch out your life
Paint me a portrait of red
Beat out the truth
When I am lying in bed
Come on and do me some harm
Right, do me some harm
Watching my girl taking out her aggression
A pain from her hell, feels like a pain from my heaven
Hands round my throat, my baby teaches a lesson
I see all sorts of colours
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a, like a
You got it
You got it
You got it
Force my head down
Make me taste the disgrace
Don′t bottle it up
Don't put your anger to waste
Come on and do me some harm
Do me some harm
Right, do me some harm
Watching my girl taking out her aggression
A pain from her hell, feels like a pain from my heaven
Hands round my throat, my baby teaches a lesson
I see all sorts of colours
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
Baby, treat my body like a, like a
You got it
You got it
You got it
Get down
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
(Baby, treat my body like a canvas)
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
(Baby, treat my body like a canvas)
Baby, treat my body like a canvas
(Baby, treat my body like a canvas)
Baby, treat my body
You got it
You got it
You got it
Writer(s): Alastair Dickaty, Christopher Birdsall, Daniel Dolan, Alastair James Dickaty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com