She Paints A Picture

[Chorus]

She paints a picture when she walks in a room

and everything else fades to the background,

drawn to the center by her shining light

A perfect creation on Saturday night



She paints a picture when she whispers my name

My mind envisions a Queen and her King

I know what happened, the picture's not real

But my way to feel, the same luck I feel



[Bridge]

And her favrite past time

is making my life time

A dream to behold

And I'll keep my promise,

I'll stand by my artist

As each of her works she unfolds



[Chorus]

She paints a picture when she walks in a room

and everything else fades to the background,

drawn to the center by her shining light

A perfect creation on Saturday night



She paints a picture when she stands in a mirror

My eyes are on her but she's not aware

I see her brown eyes, a few flakes of grey

I come up behind her and pull her away



[Bridge]

And her favrite past time

is making my life time

A dream to behold

And I'll keep my promise,

I'll stand by my artist

As each of her works she unfolds



[Chorus]

She paints a picture when she walks in a room

and everything else fades to the background,

drawn to the center by her shining light

A perfect creation on Saturday night