I stare at you like you're a work of art

You should be on a wall instead of hanging in my heart

But I'm too greedy to share your wonderful parts

So I'll frame you with me in hope that's enough.

Oh, you're work of art

Oh, you're work of art

Oh, you're work of art

Oh, you're work of art.

You belong sitting in the louvre

Next to achilles and mona lisa too

But I'm too greedy to let others celebrate you

So I'll curate you just for me but that's not true.

Oh, you're work of art

Oh, you're work of art

Oh, you're work of art, baby

Oh, you're work of art.

You belong sitting in the louvre

But for now I'll hang you in my room.