Letra de Pre-Raphaelite - Paris Paloma

Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

She looked like a painting by a Pre-Raphaelite

With red hair cascadin', past her slopin' 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 spent my life building pedestals

And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows

She dances naked, my body, I could 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 enjoy the fall

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

And 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

That 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

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