Artist: bree sharp
Song: smitten
Year: 1997
You put your face in front of mine
All but hiding desperation
Hunger leaks out of your eyes
Whetting me with dark temptation
All I want, all I want is to hold you
Instead I hold my breath
Sickened by the season
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason
I am smitten with you, hey, hey, hey
In a dimly lighted bar
We sit while conscience pours another
And she is home and she is waiting
She my friend, she your lover
I can hear the angels on your shoulder
And the devil on your lips
And I'm sickened by the season
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason
I am smitten with you
You can read me like a trashy book
I'm barely keeping in these rages
So far so clean, but I'm torn between
See, I'm torn between these pages, pages
You put your face in front of mine
And breathed a wordless conversation
Good intentions, true regret
Cannot eclipse love's desperation
And I'm sickened by the season
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason
I am smitten with you
Sickened by the season
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason
I am smitten with you
I am smitten with you
I am smitten with you
Hey, hey, hey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
