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 Everyone rushes to see And no one understands it Sitting in their seats She closes her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery She's thought about, not 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 on the sheets She closes her mouth to speak and She closes her eyes to see She's thought about, not understood She's achin' to be Well, 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 you what she's doing She never shows a soul Well, I saw one of your pictures There was nothing 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 and only loved She's achin' to be just like me © NAH MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com