And Her Name is Beauty.
People that can take their anger and pain and turn it into art -- that, in my humble opinion, is beauty.
It was so hard not to hold you in the cold
One kiss from you and you would have been warm
I know you're used to fighting off short men
But I'd rather you looked me in the eyes again
My stomach jumped and bobbed and butterflied
I know it feels wrong, baby
I know because it's Catholic guilt
It never will let me go away
Until you meet me halfway
It was so hard not to hold you in the cold
One kiss from you and you would have been warm
I know you're used to fighting off short men
But I'd rather you looked me in the eyes again
My stomach jumped and bobbed and butterflied
I know it feels wrong, baby
I know because it's Catholic guilt
It never will let me go away
Until you meet me halfway