Big Picture - Lisa Brokop

I'm a collector of masterpieces 
Totally into original things 
And I've got priceless art hangin' on my walls 
And I love the noise that creative brings 
Ain't got a vault or security 
It's not a velvet rope kind of gallery 
It's just 

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Sunshine smilin' on plain white paper 
Cardboard cutouts with angel wings 
Rainbow drawings by tiny fingers 
And a big ol' castle out of popsicle sticks 
But my favorite piece ain't got a frame 
It's on the 'fridgerator door with the misspelled name 
With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister 
There I am in the middle of (the) real big picture 

Used to be the paper, now it's paper dolls 
I'm dodgin' crayolas on the kitchen floor 
And sometimes I rush to work for peace and quiet 
But I miss it all once I'm out the door 
And when the world gets crazy and cold 
Lucky me, I get to come home to that 

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Yeah, you know my favorite piece ain't got a frame 
It's on the 'fridgerator door with the misspelled name 
With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister 
There I am in the middle of the real big picture 
The real big picture 
There I am in the middle of the real big picture, yeah 
The sunshine is smilin' 
The real big picture