Lyrics:

Well she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor Never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes to see And no one understands it Sittin' in their seats She opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood She's achin' to be Well she dances alone in nightclubs Every other day of the week People look right through her Baby doll, check your cheek And she's kind of like a poet Who finds it hard to speak Poems come so slowly Like the colors down a sheet She opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood She's achin' to be I've been achin' for a while now, friend I've been achin' hard for years Well she's kind of like an artist Who uses paints no more You never show me what you're doing Never show a soul Well, I saw one of your pictures There was nothin' that I could see If no one's on your canvas Well, I'm achin' to be She closes her mouth to speak and Closes her eyes to see Thought about an' only loved She's achin' to be Just like me