Oh my artist, why are you so sad?nWith your paint smears and your siamese catnYou should paint a bigger heartnSwallow down to your chestnMaybe even a halo above your headnnOh my piano, why are you so cruel?nIt's so hard getting to know younYou could be with a brighter one who knew to play you so goodnYou could sound so beautiful, you wouldnnOh my actress, why you act so blue?nWith your sunbeams and your silver spoonnYou could act like the mountain topsnYou could act like the queennBut, oh why, my dear, must you act like me?nn