From: "john.daglish@virgin.net" (john.daglish@virgin.net)

Every Picture I Paint

Intro:

G    C   G   C
Em   G   C   G   Em 

Verse:

G             Em    Am
See her lying in my bed
   Em                         G
My pillow stuffed beneath her head
G                  Em     Am
Her hair is like a sea of gold
    Em             G     C
I'd love to say it to her
G                      Em       Am
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
     Em                        G      C
It's more a flavor, taste like wine
G                  Em     Am
Sticking something cold inside
   Em                 G      C
As icicles form on my spine

G                    Am
You're very presence turns me dear
           C                          Am
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
          C                            Am              G
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

G                    Am
You're very presence turns me dear
           C                          Am
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
          C                            Am              G
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

G             Em    Am
See her lying in my bed
   Em                         G
My pillow stuffed beneath her head
G                  Em     Am
Her hair is like a sea of gold
    Em             G     C
I'd love to say it to her
G                      Em       Am
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
     Em                        G      C
It's more a flavor, taste like wine
G                  Em     Am
Sticking something cold inside
   Em                 G      C
As icicles form on my spine

G                    Am
You're very presence turns me dear
           C                          Am
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
          C                            Am              G
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

G                    Am
You're very presence turns me dear
           C                          Am
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
          C                            Am              G
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

G                    Am
You're very presence turns me dear
           C                          Am
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
          C                            Am              G
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

G                    Am
You're very presence turns me dear
           C                          Am
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
          C                            Am              G
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you


