[Verse 1]The red light of the eveningThe cotton that you wearThey cover up your neck this wayYour calm and naked cryingWashing off ChanelFrom the edges of your neck this way[Pre-Chorus]You did some things that you forgotDrinking wine and smoking potYou tried to be someone you are not[Chorus]Now the morning sweeps you upYou pull your evening outfit offYou run your shower and lean back your headI love when you wash your hair[Verse 2]I hear you tell me lightlyYou were quite a messBut I worship you no less this wayYou're quite the angel, MaryAs you cut up last night's dressIt lingers piece by piece this way