I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I used 2 be frightened by the devil and drawn 2 those who weren't afraid Remember when u told me that love was touching souls? Well, surely u touched mine Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines U're in my blood like holy wine...u're so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you darling and still b on my feet...still be on my feet