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Ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah
She looked like a painting by a Pre-Raphaelite
With red hair cascading past her sloping sad eyes
If Rossetti could have seen her, how he would have cried
And he didn't have words like mine
Auburn hair tucked into the neck
Of her father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest
So when I tuck my locks into the collar of my shirt
From time to time, I think of her
And I'm everything that she isn't, and I would
Make myself in her image if I could
If I didn't know better, if I didn't know more
She sits on velvet in candlelight
Collaterally illuminating all my inadequacies
I spent my life building pedestals
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
She dances naked, my body, I can never show
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
And I make things, but she's made out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it
I once watched as we sat by the stream
Her pluck, a pink magnolia straight from the tree
Without a care in the world, that flower, she did eat
So nonchalant, speaking to me
And there was a time I was certain, and I was sure
She grew straight from the earth on her pedestal
But here in the dirt, I know her better, I know her more
And I'd be subject to her laughter, if she ever did know
Those things shaped me after into my skin sewn
Even she is a patchwork, and how I enjoyed the fall
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
It's in her nature, not any kind of show
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
And I make things, and she's made out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it
Red hair tucked into a blue sweater
Hand-knit, pink magnolia petals
Men swear blood oaths for their Helen
But she needs no such defender
Spider writing on her letters
I know her more, I know her better
I know her flaws, and I've known heaven
I know her more
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
It's in her nature, not any kind of show
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
And I make things, and she's made out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it
Ah, ah
She looked like a painting by a Pre-Raphaelite
With red hair cascading past her sloping sad eyes
If Rossetti could have seen her, how he would have cried
And he didn't have words like mine
Auburn hair tucked into the neck
Of her father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest
So when I tuck my locks into the collar of my shirt
From time to time, I think of her
And I'm everything that she isn't, and I would
Make myself in her image if I could
If I didn't know better, if I didn't know more
She sits on velvet in candlelight
Collaterally illuminating all my inadequacies
I spent my life building pedestals
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
She dances naked, my body, I can never show
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
And I make things, but she's made out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it
I once watched as we sat by the stream
Her pluck, a pink magnolia straight from the tree
Without a care in the world, that flower, she did eat
So nonchalant, speaking to me
And there was a time I was certain, and I was sure
She grew straight from the earth on her pedestal
But here in the dirt, I know her better, I know her more
And I'd be subject to her laughter, if she ever did know
Those things shaped me after into my skin sewn
Even she is a patchwork, and how I enjoyed the fall
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
It's in her nature, not any kind of show
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
And I make things, and she's made out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it
Red hair tucked into a blue sweater
Hand-knit, pink magnolia petals
Men swear blood oaths for their Helen
But she needs no such defender
Spider writing on her letters
I know her more, I know her better
I know her flaws, and I've known heaven
I know her more
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows
It's in her nature, not any kind of show
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
And I make things, and she's made out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it, out of it
She's made out of it