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My little boy kneelin' by his bed Hands folded, sayin' his prayers Talkin' to God, man to man He don't know that I'm there That's a picture I'd like to frame That's a picture only God can paint That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture That's a picture My daughter sittin' in her high chair Ravioli all over her face I stand and stare at her innocence I don't see the mess that she made That's a picture I'd like to frame That's a picture only God can paint That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture Yeah, that's a picture I've seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone's breath An postcards of Paris in the spring No paper or canvass compares what happens To my heart in moments like these My perfect angel, her hair all up Blastin' at her radio She'd a-died if she knew I saw her Dancin' while she folded the clothes That's a picture I'd like to frame That's a picture only God can paint That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture Yeah, that's a picture. oh, what a picture, that's a picture