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She lives in the art of the painter's hand
I feel the flowers, that's where she stands
And her hair comes tumbling down
Caught in the wonder of her smile
Wish I could hold her for a while
And her hair comes tumbling down
Did you think? Did you ever feel
That a painting could be real
In a world where time stood still?
Have you found you've ever been
To a place in your dream
And be this way before?
But you don't know who she is
This time
She lives in the art of the painter's hand
I feel the flowers, that's when she stand
And her hair comes tumbling down
Caught in the wonder of her smile
Wish I could hold her for a while
And her hair comes tumbling down
Ooh, down (tumbling down)
Ooh, down (ooh-ooh)
Only when I'm standing here
Wishing you could be here
It makes my life worthwhile
In a world out of style
Little girl with a gentle smile
I fell this way before
But I don't know what it is
I'm coming home
Coming home
Coming home
I know there is no reason
To feel the way I do
Just by looking at your picture
I'm making love to you, ooh-ooh
She lives in the art of the painter's hand
I feel the flowers, that's where she stands
And her hair comes tumbling down
I'm caught in the wonder of her smile
Wish I can hold you for a while
And your hair comes tumbling down
Tumbling down (yeah-yeah), down
Tumbling down, yeah
Comes tumbling down, yeah
And your hair comes tumbling down
Tumbling down