- Votes:
- Composer:
- Paul Westerberg
 
- See also:
Pinhead Gunpowder - Achin' to Be lyrics
Well she's kind of like an artist 
 Sittin' on the floor 
 She never finished, she abandons 
 Never shows a soul 
 And she's kind of like a movie 
 Everyone rushes to see 
 And no one understands it 
 Sitting in their seats 
 She opens her mouth to speak and 
 What comes out's a mystery 
 Thought about, not understood 
 She's achin' to be 
 Well she dances alone in nightclubs 
 Every other day of the week 
 People look right through her 
 Baby doll, check your cheek 
 And she's kind of like a poet 
 Who finds it hard to speak 
 The poems come so slowly 
 Like the colours down a sheet Pinhead Gunpowder - Achin' to Be - http://motolyrics.com/pinhead-gunpowder/achin-to-be-lyrics.html
 She opens her mouth to speak and 
 She closes her eyes to see 
 Thought about, not understood 
 She's achin' to be 
 Well I've been achin' for a while now, friend 
 I've been achin' hard for years 
 Well she's kind of like an artist 
 Who uses paints no more 
 You never show me what you're doing 
 Never show a soul 
 Well I saw one of your pictures 
 There was nothing that I could see 
 If no one's on your canvas 
 Well, I'm achin' to be 
 She closes her mouth to speak and 
 Closes her eyes to see 
 Thought about and only loved 
 She's achin' to be 
 Just like me









