Come on baby
take me to your gallery
Can you show me
where you’ve hidden
your masterpiece
How do you
define the fine arts
I’m waiting in the line
separated by the rope
Frames
I find them limiting
The pen should be
crossing the lines
Make it animated
And now I’m wondering
on the sidewalks
Come on baby
take me to your gallery
Can you show me
where you’ve hidden
your masterpiece
Together we can make it
to the books of history
So can you take me
Into your gallery
You’re the one
You’re the one
(f-f-f-feeling, f-f-f-feeling)
You’re the one who
painted the Masterpiece
(f-f-f-feeling
masterpiece of a feeling)
The shade palette
disintegrates
Emotional tailspin
A thousand different
shades of teal
And the color of your skin
The queues to the showroom
go long into the night
And there’s no way
to skip the lines
I figured it out on hindsight
Come on baby
take me to your gallery
Can you show me
where you’ve hidden
your masterpiece
Together we can make it
to the books of history
So can you take me
Into your gallery
You’re the one
(f-f-f-feeling, f-f-f-feeling)
You’re the one who
painted the Masterpiece
(f-f-f-feeling
masterpiece of a feeling)
The queues to the showroom
go long into the night
And there’s no way
to skip the lines
I figured it out on hindsight
You’re the one
(f-f-f-feeling, f-f-f-feeling)
You’re the one who
painted the Masterpiece
(f-f-f-feeling
masterpiece of a feeling)
