Painters (Jewel)

[*Lola is a Julietta*]

I wish you were a painter Leo then you could make a portrait of moi! a
french woman! i can be your first french woman i HOPE BOY! you better
not have had any other french girls! anywho...

80 years, an old lady now, sitting on the frount poarch...
watching clouds role by, her lover only left her
of times long ago, and she was kinda carelessly painting his portrait
a thousand times, and maybe just his smile
their canvas would follow whereever they go
cause they were painters, and they were painting themselves!
lovely world ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Oil streaked daisies coverd the living room walls
he put water color roses in her hair
he said love, i luv you!!!
i want to give you the mountains the sunshine, the sunset too!!!
i just want to give you a world as beautifull as you, are, to me
cause im a painter and i want to paint you
lovely worlddddddddddd...

So they sat down and make a drawing of their love
they made it an art, to live by
they painted every passion, every home, created every beautifull child!
in winter they were weavers of warmth
in summer they were carpenters of love
they thought blueprints were to sad so they made them meow!!!
cause they were painters and they painted themselves
a lovely worldddddddd...

Untill one day the rain fell, as thick as black oil
and in her heart she knew something was wrong
she went running through the orchards, running lola run!
and she said dont take him from me
by the time she got their he was already was gone

she got to where he lay, water color roses in his hands for her
she threw them down, screaming you left me with nothing behind
but these cool paintings, these cool portraits (thas mean)
he said, your my only leaver try to understand
I put my soul in this life weve created with these 4 hands

Now I leave but only a little
my body may die now, but these dies of you
ladiedia.ladidai.ladidai
so many seasons came and many seasons went
and she saw her loves face
talking to the trees and singing to his children

window in, she knew he was listening
how he seemed to hold her when she was crying
cause they were painters and they were painting themeselves
a lovelyyyy world..

80 years and old lady now, sitting on the frount poarch
watching the clouds role by her
thinking of her lover and how he left her
of times long ago, and she was kinda carelessly painting his portrait
a thousand times, and maybe just his smile
her and her canvas still follow
cause they were painters, and they were painting themselves!
a lovely
cause they were painters, and they were painting themselves!
a lovely
world!

makes me think of the movie 'What dreams may come' which i loved. Now i
want to be a painter, i had a painting course in college anyway but
kinda sucked, got 75% though i believe.

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* I look to like, if looking liking move, but no
more deeper in dark my neye to give your concent
to make it fly! *
@ Good pilgrim, you do wrong by hand to much

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[*Lola is a Julietta*]

I wish you were a painter Leo then you could make a portrait of moi! a
french woman! i can be your first french woman i HOPE BOY! you better
not have had any other french girls! anywho...

80 years, an old lady now, sitting on the frount poarch...

(ther was a sligth mistake with that line below so i have to sing it
again, that is exactly the type of singing perfectionist i try to do)
watching clouds role by, they remind her of her lover and howhe left her