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I dabbled in the world of art;
I've donned a smock in gay
Mont-martre,
But, just be-tween us two,
Can you tell black from--blue?
I've painted, etched, and
and carved a bit,
I've sculped, and sketched
and starved at it,
Do you know form and line?
I do know you're divine:
Your grace ,-- your style
You're much --too much
Your face , --your smile
A mas-ter`s touch!

Your Pretty as a picture,
Dar-ling your a dream.
Who could paint a picture,
Love-ly as you seem
this moment?
It would take a Rem-brandt
To catch the charm of you.
You're pret-ty as a pic--ture,
An angel from the blue.

Al-though you may think
what you say
Is cle-ver and u-nique,
A hundred mil-lion times a day,
A mil-lion oth-ers speak
The same old line,
The same old line
You're pre-cious, you`re cute,
You're ter-ri-bly sweet"
While we sit by and smile
and sigh,
We just re-peat , re-peat,
re-peat:
Oh, is there a man with
soul so dead
Who nev-er ev-er took her hand
and to his girl-friend said,
You're pret-ty as a picture,
Darling , you're a dream,
Who could paint a pic-ture,
Love-ly as you seem this
moment?
It would take a Rem-brandt
To catch the charm of you.
You're pret-ty as a pic-ture,
And I'm in love with you!

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