We Were Painting Each Other's Faces.

We were painting each other's faces, with the spit of our fights, again We were painting each other's faces, with the spit of our fights, again We were standing back to back, comparing our heights, again We were standing back to back, comparing our heights, again I don't think that you-oo-oo, understand I don't think that you-oo-oo, understand The way The way That you, come apart in my hands That you, come apart in my hands