I am a lady In a white dress My desire only to be softly caressed So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint My face that pleads let love become quaint I confess to my brushes Let a man stroke me With eloquence and grace As he gazes into the love on my face La fenêtre you see that I paint so clear You have to climb in through it To hold me so dear Can you not see into my soft sad lonely eyes? I desire myself Wrapped inside of you On canvas I shall paint forever Myself That never existed