| I’m no artist, no timing have I
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| Just your man, a simple guy
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| Or else I’d paint a mountain high, for you love
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| I’m no poet, I never could be
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| But I know I feel poetry
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| Down deep inside the soul of me, for you love
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| In my eyes, you’re my masterpiece
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| A work of art within my heart
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| But girl I don’t know how to start
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| To show you, to tell you
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| You’re all that I depend upon, my inspiration to go on and on, and on and on
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| Wish that I were a writer of songs
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| I compose my whole life long
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| The symphony of you and me together
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| How I see you, I cannot express
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| Try to picture happiness
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| Then colour a man who’s blessed by your love
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| In my eyes, you’re my masterpiece
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| A work of art within my heart
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| But girl I don’t know how to start
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| To show you, to tell you
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| You’re all that I depend upon, my inspiration to go on and on, and on and on
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| In my eyes, you’re my masterpiece
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| A work of art within my heart
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| But girl I don’t know how to start
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| To show you…
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| In my eyes, you’re my masterpiece
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| A work of art within my heart
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| But baby, how the hell to start
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| To show you, how can I tell you? |