A Picture

I’m singing to a picture,
It’s not as good as the real thing,
but it’s clearer than my memory,
which always blurs the little things.

The details of your body,
How your hair falls down your face.
So I’m staring at the pixels,
And the smile I want to make.

Girl, I wanna make you smile
Oh I wanna make you happy
I wanna make you feel so beautiful
There’s no strings attached
I’ve just got to be honest
I mean it when I tell you that
You’re beautiful, so beautiful.

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