You've got a heart of gold
And mine is cold and blue
But I paint it, to be just like you

I don't know if I want to be
Nor if I want to be you or me
But I paint me, to be just like you

And the acrylics I use, you can't see
Because they're invisible to some
But I paint my body, to be just like you

Sorry if I ever caused you trouble,
I never meant to break your bubble
But I can paint it again, to be just like you

Because I don't know if I love
Or admire you, but I know that art
Is painted, and so are you