Lyrics:<br /><br />Confessions of a Sketch Artist<br /><br />Mr. Sketch Artist please get out your notepads<br />I have an emergency for you to draw<br />The people around me are gathering in scads<br />I need you to get right every detail of their jaw<br /><br />She was a long blonde-haired woman or could’ve been<br />She had a black hat holding her fists at her chest<br />She’d never let her house be full of men<br />She was staring out the window like she was obsessed<br /><br />Her hair was cut down to the skull<br />But she hid it under the fabric of her cap<br />Her eyes played against anything dull<br />Between her front teeth there was a slight gap<br /><br />Her black hair was stacked up rather thick and high<br />She has the biggest eyelashes I’ve ever seen<br />She’s got a naked tattoo of herself on her thigh<br />She changes everyday just to appear queen<br /><br />Mr. Sketch Artist please get out your notepads<br />I have an emergency for you to draw<br />The people around me are gathering in scads<br />I need you to get right every detail of their jaw<br />
