My whole life, it seemsI've spent only waitingFor the perfect manMy mind's always paintingI've searched and searchedBut the end's all alikeI'll go to bed emptySleep alone for the nightSuddenly, my hopes grow limpMy portrait fades to blandI realize that my search must endThere is no perfect manBut you proved me wrongYou showed me what's rightAnd handed back that paintbrushTo paint again tonightBut there is no need to paintMy work is nearly doneBecause of him the colors returnedThe light of love has wonMy whole life of waitingHas someone to end my strifeMy dream has been accomplished:The portrait came to life