[Chorus] She paints a picture when she walks in a room and everything else fades to the background, drawn to the center by her shining light A perfect creation on Saturday night She paints a picture when she whispers my name My mind envisions a Queen and her King I know what happened, the picture's not real But my way to feel, the same luck I feel [Bridge] And her favrite past time is making my life time A dream to behold And I'll keep my promise, I'll stand by my artist As each of her works she unfolds [Chorus] She paints a picture when she walks in a room and everything else fades to the background, drawn to the center by her shining light A perfect creation on Saturday night She paints a picture when she stands in a mirror My eyes are on her but she's not aware I see her brown eyes, a few flakes of grey I come up behind her and pull her away [Bridge] And her favrite past time is making my life time A dream to behold And I'll keep my promise, I'll stand by my artist As each of her works she unfolds [Chorus] She paints a picture when she walks in a room and everything else fades to the background, drawn to the center by her shining light A perfect creation on Saturday night