on cherry road house 1202
there's an interesting woman who paints male nudes
she spreads their legs til it's almost crude
and she paints a full frontal
view
the men in the neighborhood think she'd warped
she does what men have done for centuries in the name of art
she has her reasons but she cannot say
who could understand anyway
some of her models have gorgeous physiques
some have bodies that look quite weak
some make her lust and laugh and cry
some are to live for some are to die
they feel her anger like a torrid rain
she positions her models that they feel her pain
she undoes shirts and undoes pants
she unzips zippers with the bare of her hands
she sees their bodies and it makes her whole
as she laughs at the state of her soul
rage is the palette passion the brush
the canvas shutters when it feels her touch
black is the beauty blue is the pain
and she mixes the two like the clouds mix rain
on cherry road house 1202 there's an
interesting woman who paints male nudes
she spreads their legs til it's almost crude
and she paints a full frontal
view.