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Pictures On Your Skin
F. Carillo
There's gonna be a yellow moon tonight
Don't leave the light on
Beads of sweat running down my face
You can catch them with your tongue
Colours run up and down your body
Every time you move
Every time, every time
Every time you move
When I kiss the pictures on your skin
Make me shiver with the fire
Let me kiss the pictures on your skin
A pair of eyes that stare across the room watching you breathing
Magic signs scratched inside a heart
Filled with your name
Colours run up and down your body
Every time you move
Every time, every time
Every time you move
When I kiss the pictures on your skin
Make me shiver with the fire
Let me kiss the pictures on your skin
The reds, the blues, the greens and the greys
All bleed their colours through a sweaty haze
And we slide like a serpent on silky sheets and that twist and turn
Forever and ever and ever
Soft as a butterfly, stings like a bee
Soft as a butterfly, stings like a bee
Colours run up and down your body
Every time you move
Every time, every time
Every time you move
When I kiss the pictures on your skin
Make me shiver with the fire
Let me kiss the pictures on your skin
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