He does not paint, he does not write.
He does not sing, he does not dance.
He does not play an instrument.
But boy I tell you, there's an artist in him!
It's just in how his lips move,
It's just in how he talks to me.
It's just in how he waves his hand.
It's just in how he looks at me.
It's just in how he walks,
In how he walks towards me.
It's in the way he rolls his eyes,
It's how he makes me feel.
It's just in how he touches me,
As if I'm suddenly among the stars.
It's just in how he holds me,
It's just so pure and heavenly!
It's just in how honest he is,
It's his unwavering integrity.
It's just his gentlemanly ways,
It's in all his sensitivity.
He does not paint, he does not write.
He does not sing, he does not dance.
He does not play an instrument.
But boy I tell you, there's an artist in him!
It is everything he ever does,
It is everything about him!
