Beautiful and hard,
flatitude and heart satisfactory
The lion's lying in my arms,
flaws hardly harm me complimentary
Home again
Don't close the door,
that's what a house ain't for
The house where we made love and we made
war Balancing on who we are to robe our hair
Depth of our embrace can easily erase all that's been said
Words blur my head
That's what love ain't for
I always let a tree or two...
So I'm going to go right into that brown color.
Just...same...
Right there's your baby chest.
There lives tree...Jimmy, right there.
He's got foot.
Don't make him just straight.
He's a character.
Move around, play.
Line of brush.
Thinner.
Put an R on the 2. It's tree.
If paint doesn't flow,
all you need is a G. Right there.
Words blur my head
That's what love ain't for
That's what love ain't for
That's what love ain't for
That's what love ain't for
But love ain't for...