Well she's kind of like an artist,
Sittin' on the floor.
She never finishes, she abandons,
Never shows a soul.
And she's kind of like a movie,
That everyone rushes to see.
And no one understands it,
Sittin' in their seats.
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery,
She's thought about, an' I've understood,
She's achin' to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs,
Every other day of the week.
People look right through her,
Baby doll check your cheek.
And she's kind of like a poet,
Who finds it hard to speak.
The colors come so slowly,
Like the colors down a sheet.
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I've been achin' for a while now, friend,
I've been achin' hard for years.
Well she's kind of like an artist,
Who uses paints no more.
She never shows what she's doing,
She never shows a soul.
I saw one of your pictures,
There was nothin' that I could see,
If no one's on your canvas,
Well, I'm achin' to be
She closes her mouth to speak and
She closes her eyes to see,
She's thought about an' only love and
She's achin' to be
Just like me.