Hotel Books - Visions Lyrics
There's clouds and sunshineDrawn out on a piece of printer paperAnd we're gonna thank herCause this picture is worthy of the front of the refrigeratorA picture of a houseWith a door, a window and a chimneyWith five stick figuresLabeled: mommy, daddy, brother, sister and meAnd it's so adorableCauseThe artist is only sixAnd she spent her whole working on itAnd to us, no, it's not perfectBut it's worth itCause to the artistIt's a work of artAnd little girlYou're getting older nowAnd you look in the mirrorAnd you don't like that imageSo you cover in cosmeticsAnd skip meal after meal to loose the shapeThat your artist intendedBut I'm here to tell youYou're?made? of god's imageAnd if that's not enough for youThen what is?Don't change the shape that the artist intendedTo caterOf some useless?pics?Cause in the eyes of the one who made youBabygirl you're perfectYou're perfectYou'reYou're perfectDon't changeThe shapeCause in the eyes of the one who mattersYou're so perfect
