Lyrics to Ooh, Belle
By the glaze in your eye
By your shape, by your size
By the pen in your heart
By the art in your room
By your bicycle
By the hole in your shoe
By New York, by the blue
By the song in your throat
By the sting in your nose
By your watermark
Ooh, Belle
Its not like I couldn't tell
The shape of your sadness can't hide
behind your little shell
You can pull on the chain
You can knock on the door
You can sing in the rain
You can roll on the floor
You can separate
You can run in the halls
You can paint on the walls
You can bow to the sun
You can spit in the eye
Of everyone
Ooh, Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The nearer we came to salvation
The further we fell
Sunset only brings the colors out
But they were always there
Masters make their systems so
They fail in the hands of other men
By the sand in your eye
By the shine on your lip
By the crack in your voice
Its a feel, not a choice
That I come to you
Its the chain of events
Its the came and the wents
Its the least that I have
Its the most I can give
Ooh, Belle
I hope that you're doing well
The trick of the Devil is
To make you think you're living in Hell
Ooh, Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The trick of the Devil is
To make you think you're living in Hell
By your shape, by your size
By the pen in your heart
By the art in your room
By your bicycle
By the hole in your shoe
By New York, by the blue
By the song in your throat
By the sting in your nose
By your watermark
Ooh, Belle
Its not like I couldn't tell
The shape of your sadness can't hide
behind your little shell
You can pull on the chain
You can knock on the door
You can sing in the rain
You can roll on the floor
You can separate
You can run in the halls
You can paint on the walls
You can bow to the sun
You can spit in the eye
Of everyone
Ooh, Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The nearer we came to salvation
The further we fell
Sunset only brings the colors out
But they were always there
Masters make their systems so
They fail in the hands of other men
By the sand in your eye
By the shine on your lip
By the crack in your voice
Its a feel, not a choice
That I come to you
Its the chain of events
Its the came and the wents
Its the least that I have
Its the most I can give
Ooh, Belle
I hope that you're doing well
The trick of the Devil is
To make you think you're living in Hell
Ooh, Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The trick of the Devil is
To make you think you're living in Hell
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