Bree Sharp - Smitten Lyrics
SMITTENYou put your face in front of mineAll but hiding desperationHunger leaks out of your eyesWhetting me with dark temptationAll I want, all I want is to hold youInstead I hold my breathSickened by the season, I am smitten with youSaddled with this treason, I am smitten with you(hey, hey, hey)In a dimly lighted barWe sit while Conscience pours anotherAnd she is home, and she is waitingShe my friend, she your loverI can hear the angels on your shoulderAnd the devil on your lipsAnd I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with youSaddled with this treason, I am smitten with youYou can read me like a trashy bookI'm barely keeping in these ragesSo far so clean, but I'm torn between, see, I'm torn betweenThese pages, pagesYou put your face in front of mineAnd breathed a wordless conversationGood intentions, true regretCannot eclipse love's desperationAnd I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with youSaddled with this treason, I am smitten with youI am smitten with youI am smitten with you(hey, hey, hey)
