Picasso And Me

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INTRO: C
Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew
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He pours himself a bowl and then he 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 I capture them in dreams
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And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can be
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With the brushes and the turpentine
      C
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
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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 know just what he wants
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But we both like our freedom and 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 say he's just a fraud
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And he curses at the canvas and he 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 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 then it's back to him and me
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And the lazy summer afternoons, the 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