When I met you
I was cold and alone and depressed
I hear you're oppressed too
Cause it's hard to dress like the best
Wanna hold you tight
In the middle of the night
Put my hand under your top
Holy mo
Now I've met you
And I'm cold, alone and a wreck
I'm a mess too
But man, things are goin' my way
Gonna hold you tight
Middle of the night
Putting my hand under your top
Holy mo
And I'll paint the sky blue for you
I'll paint the sky blue for you
For you, for you, yeah
I ain't a soldier
Just like Jesus taught ya
And I'll paint the sky blue for you
I'll paint the sky blue for you
For you
