I keep my paint brush with me Wherever I may go, In case I need to
cover up So the real me doesn't show. I'm so afraid to show you me, Afraid of what you'll do-that You might
laugh or say mean things. I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paint coats To show you the
real, true me, But I want you to try and understand, I need you to accept what you see. So if you'll be patient
and close your eyes, I'll strip off all my coats real slow. Please understand how much it hurts To let the real
me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off. I feel naked, bare and cold, And if you'll still love me with
all that you see, You are my friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush, though, And hold it in my
hand, I want to keep it handy In case somebody doesn't understand. So please protect me, my dear friend And
thanks for loving me true, But please let me keep my paint brush with me Untill I love me, too.
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