Written by Gretchen Peters
CAPO: 2
Intro: C
Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew
F
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
C G
And he captures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams
C
And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can be
Am7 F
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
F
And ever since that moment I've been his confidante
C G
He says that it's uncanny how I know just what he wants
C
But we both like our freedom and quiet company
Am7 F
In the end we're not so different
C
Picasso and me
Bridge:
G C
Sometimes he gets angry when they say he's just a fraud
F C
And he curses at the canvas and he shakes his fist at god
Am7 C
Who are these rogues, who are these fools
F C G C
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
F
They're just too damned demanding, they just won't let him be
C G
And I'm glad to see them go and then it's back to him and me
C
And the lazy summer afternoons, the sunlight through the trees
Am7 F
The brushes and the turpentine
C G
And Picasso and me
C
Just Picasso and me
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