Chords
Picasso And Me

Key: C

Introduction: C    

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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
                  C                                                                                                                                            G  
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
                        Am7                                                                 F  
With the brushes and the turpentine
                C  
Picasso and me
He picked me up in Paris, I was scrounging in the streets
          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
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But we both like our freedom and quiet company
                  Am7                                                              F  
In the end we're not so different
                C  
Picasso and me
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
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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
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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