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Gretchen Peters - Picasso and Me lyrics
Picasso's in the kitchen, stirring up a stew He pours himself a bowl and then he fixes me one too And we sit out on the terrace, the birds fly through the trees And hecaptures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams And we pass a lazy afternoon as happy as can be With the brushes and the turpentine Picasso and me He picked me up in Paris, I was scrounging in the streets He shared his cream for coffee and I curled up at his feet And ever since that moment I've been his confidante He says that its uncanny how I know just what he wants We both like our freedom and quiet company In the end we're not so different Picasso and me Sometimes he gets angry, when they say he's just a fraud And he curses at the canvas and shakes his fist at God Who are these rogues? Who are these fools? Who made this game? Who made these rules? Critics critisize him, women come and go They never understand him, they don't know what I know They're just too damn demanding, they just wont let him be And I'm glad to see them go and it's back to him and me And the lazy sunny afternoons and the sunlight through the trees The brushes and the turpentine and Picasso and me Just Picasso and me |
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