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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