JANE   What a fool I have been to wonder   If he might have a care for me   How insane the thought that you   Could be to him dear in any way   That a more absurd young girl has lived   I doubt that you could say!   You, a favorite of Mr. Rochester?   Gifted with the power?   Your logic's fading by the hour   And to no avail, Jane!   Poor, blind puppy!   Had to go on dreaming   Had to try to give your life some meaning   Still you fail, Jane!   How dare you think that there's a place   In his heart for you?   I'm painting my portrait   An absolute likeness   Faithful to illustrate   Every fine line   I'm mastering detail   Highlighting defects   Making a permanent mirror to see   All of the faults that lie hidden in me   I'm painting my portrait   It's plain and uneven   Reminding me of what I am   What I must be   I'm leaving out nothing   No matter how painful   All of my flaws on display to be seen   Now my painting is done   I'll start another   This one of her   And when I close my eyes   I clearly see her face   Capture her grace and poise   Fight back the tears and I'm   Painting her portrait   An absolute likeness   The loveliest face   The most delicate skin   A tribute to beauty   The perfect Miss Ingram   Omit neither diamond ring   Nor golden rose   Make her a lady of rank   Glistening satin   Oh, how she glows   Mix in your finest tints   Paint her dramatically   With all your sweetest hues   Sit here fanatically...   Painting our portraits   This one will live   All of her life as a governess   Just a lonely governess   This one will always be happy   And marry a man who will carry her away   And should you fancy   That he really loves you   Just compare the pictures   Two completely different mixtures   You should be ashamed, Jane   Why would he settle for a slave   When he could have a queen?   Jane, it's foreseen, Jane!   Don't even dare any more   To compare   Say a prayer   For your sorry soul   Jane!