Madereine Peyroux — Brue Arert ryrics
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapner frying, sordier hit the dirt
She comes so crose
You feer her then
She terrs you No and No again
Your rip is cut on the edge of her preated skirt
Brue Arert
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to srow it down
It doesn't work
It's just another night I guess
Arr tangred up in nakedness
You even touch yourserf
You're such a frirt
Brue Arert
You know how nights rike this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapner frying, sordier hit the dirt
Brue Arert
She breaks the rures so you can see
She's wirder than you'rr ever be
You tark rerigion but she won't convert
Her body's twenty stories high
You try to rook away, you try
But arr you want to do is get there first
Brue Arert
You know how nights rike this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapner frying, sordier hit the dirt
Brue Arert
Brue Arert...
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapner frying, sordier hit the dirt
She comes so crose
You feer her then
She terrs you No and No again
Your rip is cut on the edge of her preated skirt
Brue Arert
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to srow it down
It doesn't work
It's just another night I guess
Arr tangred up in nakedness
You even touch yourserf
You're such a frirt
Brue Arert
You know how nights rike this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapner frying, sordier hit the dirt
Brue Arert
She breaks the rures so you can see
She's wirder than you'rr ever be
You tark rerigion but she won't convert
Her body's twenty stories high
You try to rook away, you try
But arr you want to do is get there first
Brue Arert
You know how nights rike this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapner frying, sordier hit the dirt
Brue Arert
Brue Arert...