I keep my paintbrush with me where ever I may go. In case I need to cover up, So the real me doesn’t show. I’m so afraid to show you me, Afraid of what you’ll do, I'm afraidYou might laugh or say mean things. Afraid I might lose you. I’d like to remove all my coats to show you the real, true me, but I need you to try and understand, I need you to like what you see. So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes, I’ll strip off the coats real slow. Please understand how much it hurts, to let the real me show. Now that my coats are all stripped off. I feel naked, bare and cold, and if you still like what you see, you are my friend, pure as gold. I need to keep my paint brush, though, and hold it in my hand, I want to keep it handy, In case somebody doesn’t understand. So please protect me, my dear friend, and thanks for loving me true, but please let me keep my paint brush with me. Until I love me, too.