Seeing your beauty like a blind man
I enjoy it through my fingers
Funny how on the radio is Hinder
Angel, I listen to you like a deaf man
Focusing on your lips
I talk to you though I'm mute
Using my hands and expressions
Try to tell you how in discussions
With all my friends
They have no room to stand in their dispute
Said you were pretty
When in reality you're beautiful
Ranging anywhere from absolutely
To exotically, to sensual
Dare I even say unusual
Cause ordinary you're far from
If they could experience like I do
The view of Emerald City
They'd understand the necessity
For the urge I get
To transform feelings into words
Transform them into ….
Well what I consider art
This is how I paint
Pictures of your quality
Using others imagination
To develop a masterpiece
And then the whole world can see
The details of Emerald City
So I reach in and dig deep
Pulling out all the stops
There's no way to myself
Your Beauty I can keep
Compliments about you
Will be the benefits I reap
