Bree Sharp
Smitten
You put your face in front of mine
All but hiding desperation
Hunger leaks out of your eyes
Whetting me with dark temptation All I want, all I want is to hold you
Instead I hold my breath Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
Hey, hey, hey In a dimly lighted bar
We sit while Conscience pours another
And she is home, and she is waiting
She my friend, she your lover I can hear the angels on your shoulder
And the devil on your lips And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you You can read me like a trashy book
I'm barely keeping in these rages
Letras de cancionesSo far so clean, but I'm torn between
See, I'm torn between These pages, pages You put your face in front of mine
And breathed a wordless conversation
Good intentions, true regret
Cannot eclipse Love's desperation And I'm sickened by the season,
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
I am smitten with you
I am smitten with you
Hey, hey, hey Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
From Letras Mania