On cherry road house 1202 There's an interesting woman who paints male nudes She spreads their legs til it's almost crude And she paints a full frontal View
The men in the neighborhood think she'd warped She does what men have done for centuries in the name of art She has her reasons but she cannot say Who could understand anyway
Some of her models have gorgeous physiques Some have bodies that look quite weak Some make her lust and laugh and cry Some are to live for some are to die
They feel her anger like a torrid rain She positions her models that they feel her pain
She undoes shirts and undoes pants She unzips zippers with the bare of her hands She sees their bodies and it makes her whole As she laughs at the state of her soul
Rage is the palette passion the brush The canvas shutters when it feels her touch Black is the beauty blue is the pain And she mixes the two like the clouds mix rain
On cherry road house 1202 there's an Interesting woman who paints male nudes She spreads their legs til it's almost crude And she paints a full frontal View.
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