Oh, my, god. Becky, look at that art.It is so big. It looks like, one of those abstract expressionists. But, you know, who understands those art guys? They only paint things, because, they were like total alkies, 'kay? I mean, that art, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there!

I mean - whoa. Look! It's just so ... black!

I like big art and I can not lie You other sistas can't deny That when a big paintin' hangs in an itty bitty place With that color all in your face You get sprung, wanna write out a check Cause you're a lusty wanton wreck

This art ain't made for sharing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh canvas, I wanna get with you And take your picture My accountant tried to warn me But that shape you got makes me so horny

Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-stroke Been thinking about you since I woke Well, come home, please me 'Cause you ain't an average new piece

I've seen small paintings To hell with all them things

You're a net asset, Got me goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines Sayin' gallery walls are the thing Take the average woman and ask her that Art gotta pack much back

So, ladies! (Yeah!) Ladies! (Yeah!) Does that painting match the carpet? (Hell yeah!) Then just take it! (Take it!) Take it! (Take it!) Trust your inner gut!