Don’t really know who you are
But with my glasses off you look like a Renoir
Don’t know quite what you see in me
But I hope it’s something from the 19th century
Take your pencil and fill me in
I’d like to see what you come up with
In your mind, just the lines
Please don’t draw me with my eyes closed this time
Lick your finger, don’t rub me out
You can change the shape I’m taking
Fill me up, keep me in
I can’t handle that eraser again
I’ll be anything you want if I’m lucky
You’ll draw me just the way I am
Give me substance, give mе depth
I understand your apprehеnsion
You’re only working with two dimensions
Everybody knows that art is tension
And I’m so relieved you don’t work in oils
I don’t think that I could trust
Your brush stroke, brush stroke
I’ll be anything you want if I’m lucky
You’ll draw me just the way I am
Yes I know everything I wish for will follow
The moment that pencils in your hand
In your hand, in your hand
In your hand, yeah in your hand
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