If I Were A PaintingIf I were a paintingCaptured on canvasAlone in the portrait I would standAnd brush strokes boldYet soft as a whisperThe work of a feminine handCaught in a still lifeSurrounded by shadowsOR lost in a background of blueIf I were a paintingMy price would be painAnd the artist would have to be youI imagine the colorsWould all run togetherIf you ever allowed me to crySo don't paint the tearsJust let me remember meWithout you in my LIFEIt's only the frameThat holds me togetherOr else I would be falling apartIf I were a paintingI wouldn't FEARAnd you wouldn't be breaking my heart
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If I Were A PaintingIf I were a paintingCaptured on canvasAlone in the portrait I would standAnd brush strokes boldYet soft as a whisperThe work of a feminine handCaught in a still lifeSurrounded by shadowsOR lost in a background of blueIf I were a paintingMy price would be painAnd the artist would have to be youI imagine the colorsWould all run togetherIf you ever allowed me to crySo don't paint the tearsJust let me remember meWithout you in my LIFEIt's only the frameThat holds me togetherOr else I would be falling apartIf I were a paintingI wouldn't FEARAnd you wouldn't be breaking my heart