Love will be your muse

His eyes are something blue straight out of the ocean
His body's perfect even when he lies in motion
You love the mystery, ignore the danger
Love his power, but he’s a stranger

His nights are hectic like a he was a Picasso painting
Neon technicolor future is now faded
Better run, run, gotta chase him, yeah
When strays again

Lie to yourself, oh what an artist
He paints out that heartbreak, with your palette
He is not Van Gogh and he is not Monet
But he’s got those models around here everyday
Try to keep me quiet, quiet
But I aint gonna live this lie, lie
Ne Ne Ne Ne Ne Never Stop
See you’re just another one of his Barbie dolls

*Wake up! you're the illustrator
No real love can't be bought
Wake up! Don't gotta give it up
Just cause it isn’t how you thought
A muse kiss is the gift of love
A little sycophant never hurt no one
Go get it, go get it!
The Allure of the Fallen, You are the Artist.

Don’t ever settle for a half-offer or a half true heart
You are better than all of that, baby, you’re so smart
When he ring-rings in the night, you ring back
When he says he loves you: where’s the ring, ring?

He has so much love to give to you
It’s too bad he’ll give it everyone else too
Should of said goodbye when you could of baby yeah
Not like he’ll even care

Lie to yourself, oh what an artist
He paints out that heartbreak, with your palette
He is not Van Gogh and he is not Monet
But he’s got those bitches 'round here everyday
Try to keep me quiet, quiet
But I ain't gonna live this lie
Ne Ne Ne Ne Ne Never Stop
See you’re just another one of his Barbie dolls

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Beauty’s an illusion like Mr. Andy Warhol
Is that Marilyn Monroe, no I guess not at all
You’ve been broke before so you know just to let it go
Whether you want to or not, your past says that it's so
Do It Now

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