PAINT YOU WITH MY LOVE

Honky-tonk devils glitter in Like royal rats in kitten skin And all the blondes drop their panties and cry To the father's first lullaby So let me paint you with my love With my love, with my love To kill the man behind the crowd Would be viewed as amateur Because the king is invisible The king is invisible And death is a profession So let me paint you with my love With my love, with my love It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you