The Color

Well black and white suits her  
like color never would  
and she lets it love her  
oh, like you never could  
but you dream about her  
her hair all in your face  
her body draped over yours  
she looks like home in your place.  
so you call her on Tuesday  
she's in your bed by Friday  
with those 'I love you' eyes  
and lips that give nothing away.  
 
what you don't know won't hurt you  
she keeps it under the covers  
so you don't have to wonder  
no so you don't have to love her.  
she keeps away from the color.  
 
Well she looks like a pin up girl  
says she wants to be Bettie Page
she gets to you with her sweet streak
how it mixes with her rage
You think you that you can reach her  
cause she looks so damn soft  
if you really get in there  
you'll find a little girl who's lost  
but she still comes on over  
and throw her lips onto yours  
it's in the way she moves them  
you can tell she's been through wars.  
 
what you don't know won't hurt you  
she keeps it under the covers  
so you don't have to wonder  
no so you don't have to love her  
she keeps away from the color  
 
well black and white suits her  
like color never would  
and she lets it love her  
like you fucking wish you could  
 
what you don't know won't hurt you  
she keeps it under the covers  
so you don't have to wonder  
no so you don't have to love her.  
she keeps away from the color.