《Picasso and Me》歌词

[00:02:57] Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew

[00:02:57] He pours himself a bowl and then he fixes me one too

[00:02:57] And we sit out on the terrace and the birds fly through the trees

[00:02:57] And he captures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams

[00:02:57] And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can be

[00:02:57] With the brushes and the turpentine, just Picasso and me

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[00:02:57] He picked me up in Paris; I was scrounging in the streets

[00:02:57] He shared his cream for coffee, and I curled up at his feet

[00:02:57] And ever since that moment I've been his confidante

[00:02:57] He says that it's uncanny how I know just what he wants

[00:02:57] But we both like our freedom, and quiet company

[00:02:57] In the end we're not so different, Picasso and me

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[00:02:57] Sometimes he gets angry when they say he's just a fraud

[00:02:57] And he curses at the canvas, and he shakes his fist at God

[00:02:57] Who are these rogues - who are these fools?

[00:02:57] Who made this game - who made these rules?

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[00:02:57] The critics criticize him and the women come and go

[00:02:57] They'll never understand him; they don't know what I know

[00:02:57] They're just too damned demanding, they just won't let him be

[00:02:57] And I'm glad to see them go, and then it's back to him and me

[00:02:57] And the lazy summer afternoons, the sunlight through the trees

[00:02:57] And the brushes and the turpentine and Picasso and me