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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