Disaster

(الألبوم: Demos For Betty (Benefiting The Staten Island Museum) - 2015)

Everything I ever knew is slipped beneath your golden shoe.
Salutation from above.
I think God made your love.
Just like a fingerprint or snowflake.
Your eyes, they change with every take.
Like a handshake from the dove.
I think God made your love.
And I'll be a better woman if you'll be a better man.
And you'll show me all the things that you can master.
And we'll both fall down together, cause I'll never let go of your hand.
Be my disaster.
Be my disaster.
Just be mine. Be mine.

Move over so I can sit.
And I'll make some room in me so you can fit.
You give my insides a shove.
I was born for your love.
And I'll be a better woman if you'll be a better man.
And I'll show you all the things that I can master.
And we'll both fall down together, cause I'll never let go of your hand.
Be my disaster.
Be my disaster.
Be mine.
Be mine.
Be mine.
Be mine.