Текст: Jann Arden. Could I Be Your Girl.

Could I be your girl?

Hide your heart under the bed and lock your secret drawer
Wash the angels from your head won't need them anymore
Love is a demon and you're the one he's coming for
Oh my Lord
(Hmm)

He's bringin' sweet salvation, let temptation take him in
He's every fear and every hope and every sing sin
(Hmm)
He's the universe the love you've been imagining
(Hmm)

Oh my Lord
(Oh my Lord)
Oh my Lord
(Oh my Lord)
Oh my Lord
(Oh my Lord)

I am ashes, I am Jesus
I am precious
Could I be your girl?
(Ooh)
Could I be your girl?
(Ooh)
Ooh

Put a chair against the door and turn the lights down low
Write a letter to yourself, no one will ever know
Tell them all about the girl who just refused to fall
Oh my Lord

(Hmm)
He is the very breath you feel inside your lungs at night
(Hmm)
He is the bitter wind who's dryin' up your appetite
(Hmm)
He is the darkness that seeps into your fading light

Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord
Oh my, my, my, my, my Lord
(Oh my Lord)
Oh my Lord
(Oh my Lord)

I am ashes, I am Jesus, I am precious
Could I be your girl?
(Ooh)
Could I be your girl, oh?
(Ooh)
I am worthless sounds compared to all your perfect words
(Ooh)
Could I be your girl?
(Ooh)
Could I be your girl?
(Ooh)

Hmm
Wash the angels from your hair, won't need them anymore
(Ooh)
Hide your heart under the bed and lock your secret drawer
(Ooh)
Love is the demon and you're the one he's coming for

Ohh my Lord
Oh my Lord
(Oh my Lord)
Could I be your girl?
(Oh my Lord)
Could I be your girl?
(Oh my Lord)
Could I be your, be your girl?
(Oh my Lord)
Hmm
(Could I be your girl?)
Be your girl?
(Could I be your girl?)
Ahh be your girl?
Ohh
(Be your girl?)
Be your girl?
(Could I be your girl?)
Hey, hey
(Be your girl?)