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The Painter Of Women - 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