CHEWIE - Amateur Artist

What do you do when you're not beautiful?
Stylish and sexy, no effort at all.
Thank you for coming, but heaven is full.

You're no long limbed Venus, no bronze Adonis.
An amateur artist' s poor labour of love won't hang in The Tate as you wait for the experts to fawn and discuss. Not rich in a currency that's prone to rust.

Love, I want love, what all those poxy singers are singing of.
Love, I want love I want it again.

Praying for manna to fall from above, eat what you can.
No, it won't be enough.
People will tell you to settle for lust.

The dreamer of dreams is the master of none.
Don't let them know that you're not having fun.
They made this life a mirage that you can only see from afar, while you start to cover yourself like a scar.

Love, I want love, what all those poxy singers are singing of. Love, I want love I want it again.

I see the pain in your eyes, that's something I recognise.

Love, I want love, what all those poxy singers are singing of.
Love, I want love I want it again.

Written by:
Anthony Clavin, Stuard Daly, Stuart Daly

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