The artist and the model stroll hand in hand
Drawing my attention
Changing my perspective
A long time ago you used my name
And the money's rolling in
I sat around for hours in your studio
Drinking in the sunlight
Smoothing out your madness
I was young and I didn't know
What the future held
I would give anything you like to live
Anywhere but on your wall
In a frame of gilt
And if I worked all year at the hospital
Someone would outbid me
For a picture of me
I don't own the flesh on my bones
Or a picture of you
I would try anything but I can't buy
Images of you or I
In a frame of gilt