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