Mark Tapley - Entomology

Painted Lady Painted Lady, your wings are soft as night
They give you a certain sheen of blue when brought into the light

Before I die I'd like to hear you sing
Before you sleep I'd like to see you dance
Before we leave I'd like another chance
Another look at your velvet wings

Painted Lady Painted Lady, your wings are soft as night
They give you a certain sheen of blue when brought into the light

I have been looking for your eyes, full of open doors
I have been looking for the maze in your eyes
I have been looking for the sun that lies
In no other eyes but yours

Painted Lady Painted Lady, your wings are soft as night
They give you a certain sheen of blue when brought into the light

Take my hand take my heart take my soul
Take my hand and maybe you'll feel my... love
Take my hand and I'll tell you what your heart is made of
Be it diamonds, stone, or coal

Painted Lady
Painted Lady...

Mark Tapley

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