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Darling, I am just a painter, painting houses for the rich old folks.
What if I was just a painter,
Painting houses for the rich old folks?
Would you ever try to leave me,
For somebody who deserves you most?
Would you turn your nose up,
At my ragged clothes,
When I come home?
Would you laugh at me to your friends,
For all my screw-ups and fails?
I paint because I love it so,
I make the best of art,
For all to see.
Sometimes things don't work out the way I plan,
So I start again.
I make money for us,
Yet you never really appreciate,
The time and effort I put into my work,
All you do is brag.
You wish that I wasn't a painter,
And more like a football star or athlete.
You wish that I would clean up a bit,
And dress like all the rest.
You wish that I was rich, not poor,
And buy you nice things.
Well, Darling I have some news for you,
And I don't care if you don't like it.
Darling, I am just a painter.
Not a football star or athlete,
Not cleaned up and dressed like all the rest,
Not rich, nor poor, but in the middle,
So I can't afford nice things.
I am who I am and want to be,
I am just The Painter.
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