Correction Paroles New Theory Of The Color Sense par Frank Samuel

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I'll write you a movie scene/
You're a secret agent somewhere out in Venice/
Dancing with a stranger who's got bad intentions/
You escape from danger/
Only if you want to/
Flawless when the light hit/
Let's get this on camera/
You're my color palette, flaunt it while you got it/
When I sit and imagine, it's always about you/

And I put you in every scene/
Even when they're on the fence/
I think it's meant to be/
New theory of the color sense/

So when you go to Hollywood/
They'll beg to put your name on the marquee/
Dreaming chasing, color matching/
Every director's dream/

Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my/
Match my/
Match my/

And I put you in every scene/
Even when they're on the fence/
I think it's meant to be/
New theory of the color sense/

So when you go to Hollywood/
They'll beg to put your name on the marquee/
Dreaming chasing, color matching/
Every director's dream/

Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my/
Match my/
Match my/
Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my/
Match my/
Match my/

And I put you in every scene/
Even when they're on the fence/
I think it's meant to be/
New theory of the color sense/

So when you go to Hollywood/
They'll beg to put your name on the marquee/
Dreaming chasing, color matching/
Every director's dream/

Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my nails/
Match my zip/
Matchbox car/
Match my drip/
Match my/
Match my/
Match my/

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