Picasso And Me

INTRO: C

Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up
 a stew
He pours himself a bowl and then he 
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fixes me one too

And we sit out on the terrace and 
the birds fly through the trees
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And he captures them on canvas and 
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I capture them in dreams
And we pass a lazy afternoon, as 
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happy as can be
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With the brushes and the turpentine
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      C
Picasso and me



He picked me up in Paris, I was 
scrounging in the streets

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He shared his cream for coffee and I
 curled up at his feet
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And ever since that moment I've been
 his confidante
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He says that it's uncanny how I 
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know just what he wants
But we both like our freedom and 
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quiet company
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In the end we're not so different
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Picasso and me


BRIDGE:
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Sometimes he gets angry when they 
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say he's just a fraud
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And he curses at the canvas and he 
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shakes his fist at god
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Who are these rogues, who are these 
fools
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Who made this game, who made these
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 rules



The critics criticize him and the 
women come and go

They'll never understand him, they 
don't know what I know
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They're just too damned demanding, 
they just won't let him be
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And I'm glad to see them go and 
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then it's back to him and me
And the lazy summer afternoons, the 
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sunlight through the trees
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The brushes and the turpentine
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And Picasso and me
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Just Picasso and me