Bill Ryder-Jones
How Beautiful I Am
Alone again, some hotel room
Scratching the walls to Die Hard 2
You told me how beautiful I am
With one can left and out of my depth
Sparking herself a cigarette
She tells me how beautiful I am
I think about it all the time
I think about it all the time
And dancing with shadows
The sun just sits on your face
I think about it all the time
I think about it all the time
I think about you all the time
I think about you all the time