Paroles de Beautiful

she doesn’t talk like one of those that’s what makes me sit so close shall I compare you to a rose? your beautiful and comatose when you’re flat on your back girl, you give me heart attacks and she doesn’t realise my girl’s got pretty eyes and when your hair’s a mess sweat dripping down your neck let’s get you out ‘that dress I’ve got something to confess you make me fall apart gave you the keys to my heart make me think in cliches but that don’t matter anyway getting drunk on cheap wine when you wind around my spine wanna take you on the northern line we’re shedding clothes and stealing time underneath the weeping willows lying, cuddled up to pillows think about her when she isn’t there tie another bullet in her hair we’re always courting with disaster but that’s ok if i can have her there ain’t no happy ever-after just stolen moments filled with laughter