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Painter of Women (Album Version) - The Beau Brummels
Seventeen lanterns are burning tonight
Isn't he aside
Sitting alone in his plush poison road
In the blackest night
With his fan seizing flied
All his colours are bright
And the canvas is white of
The painter of women
And the canvas is white of
The painter of women
Stood at disease
With his brushes in hand
He's in demand
Everyone's heard
How the site in his fingers
Will guide his hand
He is known through the land
As the blind gentleman
Yes he's the blind gentleman
Who's the painter of women
He's the blind gentleman
Who's the painter of women
Painting the faces where no faces are
They are bizarre and lovely to see
Selling to emperors
Kings and queens
Each of his dreams
Each of his dreams
He's always around
With his love to be found
And all the people surround him
The painter of women
I see the people surround him
The painter of women
All the people surround him
The painter of women
