Jim Bianco
Painkiller
Your skirt blew up high enough that I could see your skinIt appeared as though I was owed a favor from the windYou took the room with sweet perfume, I fell to my kneesAn innocent bystander, a victim of the breezeWould you be my painkiller?Would you be my painkiller?You don't choose the memories that stay with you all your lifeYou think you do but they choose you and then they hold on tightWith all your charm, you touched my arm when I made you laughA gesture that seemed innocent, a moment that would lastWould you be my painkiller?Would you be my painkiller?Would you make all those voices whispering in my earDisappear?I wonder what you look like in the morning, when it comesKnowing me, I'd probably be jealous of the sunHow dare it touch and warm your body while I'm lying there?When a man finds what he wants, he's not inclined the shareWould you be my painkiller?Would you be my painkiller?Would you make all those voices whispering in my earDisappear?
From Letras Mania