Come on baby take me to your gallery
Can you show me where you've hidden your masterpiece
How do you define the fine arts
I'm waiting in the line separated by the rope
Frames
I find them limiting
The pen should be crossing the lines
Make it animated
And now I'm wondering on the sidewalks
Come on baby take me to your gallery
Can you show me where you've hidden your masterpiece
Together we can make it to the books of history
So can you take me
Into your gallery
You're the one
You're the one
(F-f-f-feeling, f-f-f-feeling)
You're the one who painted the Masterpiece
(F-f-f-feeling, masterpiece of a feeling)
The shade palette disintegrates
Emotional tailspin
A thousand different shades of teal
And the color of your skin
The queues to the showroom go long into the night
And there's no way to skip the lines
I figured it out on hindsight
Come on baby take me to your gallery
Can you show me where you've hidden your masterpiece
Together we can make it to the books of history
So can you take me
Into your gallery
You're the one
(F-f-f-feeling, f-f-f-feeling)
You're the one who painted the Masterpiece
(F-f-f-feeling, masterpiece of a feeling)
The queues to the showroom go long into the night
And there's no way to skip the lines
I figured it out on hindsight
You're the one
(F-f-f-feeling, f-f-f-feeling)
You're the one who painted the Masterpiece
(F-f-f-feeling, masterpiece of a feeling)