The Little Flower Girl
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โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
๐ ID: 3455341
๐ Lyrics
Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.
I don't know where she might go when she runs home at night.
It's for the best: I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my pencil run.
Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
I mean no harm. I mean
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.
I don't know where she might go when she runs home at night.
It's for the best: I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my pencil run.
Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
I mean no harm. I mean
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.90] Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
[00:30.55] I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
[00:38.11] Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
[00:45.67] Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.
[00:53.21] I don't know where she might go when she runs home at night.
[01:00.86] It's for the best: I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.
[01:09.18] No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
[01:16.39] Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
[01:30.97] I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my pencil run.
[01:38.20] Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
[01:45.63] My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
[01:53.11] Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
[02:01.81] I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
[02:08.58] Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.
[02:16.71] No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
[02:23.66] Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
[02:57.95] Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
[03:04.75] I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
[03:12.05] My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
[03:19.48] Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
[03:26.82] I mean no harm. I mean
[03:34.72]
[00:30.55] I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
[00:38.11] Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
[00:45.67] Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.
[00:53.21] I don't know where she might go when she runs home at night.
[01:00.86] It's for the best: I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.
[01:09.18] No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
[01:16.39] Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
[01:30.97] I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my pencil run.
[01:38.20] Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
[01:45.63] My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
[01:53.11] Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
[02:01.81] I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
[02:08.58] Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.
[02:16.71] No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
[02:23.66] Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
[02:57.95] Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
[03:04.75] I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
[03:12.05] My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
[03:19.48] Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
[03:26.82] I mean no harm. I mean
[03:34.72]