My pale's gone cold, I wonder why I paint your room at all
And why you think everytime, 'why's that girl so small?'
But I am buff and I know what you want, got your picture on the wall
And it reminds me not to paint so bad, to paint so bad

I work too much, but I've got debts to pay
My account just aches with pain
And there's no bus so it's Bev today, I'm late for work again
But even if I walk my yawns imply that I might not last the day
And then you pay me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad

-Chorus-
And I want to paint you, to add some colour to your fence
And, oh, we do houses too, to add some colour makes much sense