Picture Perfect Songtext
von Eric Roberson

Girl, you are picture-perfect
Perfect picture in my eyes
Girl, you are picture-perfect
Perfect picture, yes, you are
I couldn′t draw you better, baby
You are so defined, I guess
God took His time, when He came up with your design (yeah)

I couldn't draw you better, baby
Words just can′t describe how you
Look under these stars tonight
Blessin' to my eyes
Girl, you are picture-perfect
Perfect picture in my eyes


Girl, you are picture-perfect
Perfect picture, yes, you are (yeah)
I couldn't draw you better, baby
Just holding your hand gives me
Satisfaction similar to when two lovers dance (ooh)
Couldn′t draw you better, baby
Neck was made for me to kiss on

All my songs have seemed to run on
If I write about you
Girl, you are picture-perfect (yeah)
Perfect picture (yeah), yes, you are
Girl, you are (yeah) picture-perfect (yeah)
Perfect picture (yeah), yes, you are (oh)
I couldn′t draw you better, baby
Look into your eyes, I see

Beauty is not all skin deep
I'm in love with your mind (oh yeah)
Couldn′t draw you better, baby
Only dreams can duplicate you
I thank God each day he made you
And met you, you chose me
Picture-perfect (oh), perfect picture in my eyes
Girl, you are picture-perfect, perfect picture, yes, you are


It's Phontigga
Listen, if you must know, girl, you′re my experiment
Your body is a canvass and I'ma hit her with long
Brush strokes, got her callin′ my name
I ain't formally trained, I'm just drawing from experience
Worth more than millions, holler if you′re feeling it

Real love, it takes care of all of your needs
So beautiful, you fall to your knees
In an instant like it was a Rembrandt or a Matisse
′Cause it's nothing like the new freedom of two beings
Being in love you see ′em
Holding hands brought daylight, 2 p.m.
A perfect portrait that's worthy of a museum
I can′t call it, conclusion I can't draw it

Can′t understand why so many still heartless
Tryin' to find imperfections in the Mona Lisa
Even if you find one, baby, it's still flawless
Check me out

I couldn′t draw you better, baby (yeah)
I couldn′t draw you better, baby (yeah)
I couldn't draw you better, baby
I couldn′t draw you better, baby

Hey
It's crazy, you know you
You made me like a different kind of dude, you know
You made me like jealous over things
′Cause I ain't really a jealous guy, but you know
Jealous of your jeans, girl
′Cause it can rub your long legs of your hat, girl
'Cause it can kiss your forehead

Jealous of your belt, girl
'Cause it can hug your waist line
Hug your waist line
Hug your waist line
Jealous of your dress, girl
′Cause it can rub your hips, yeah
Of your lipstick

′Cause it can kiss your lips, yeah
Jealous of your shoes, girl
'Cause they can kiss your toes, yeah
Grab your toes, yeah
Kiss your toes, yeah
Jealous of your earrings
I wanna kiss your ears, yeah