I feel just like Picasso And you’re my masterpiece I painted you a lifetime Now what’s left are memories Oooh Sunlight’s in the curtains Diamonds in the trees I gave you colors blue and gold As you lay upon the sheets Something so familiar drawn from this blank page Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can’t erase No matter how I try no matter what I do I’m still painting pictures of you I could almost smell your perfume In each brush stroke of the flowers I left you tea from China Waiting in your sacred tower Something so familiar drawn from this blank page Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can’t erase No matter how I try no matter what I do I’m still painting pictures of you If I should go crazy if I would go blind I’d still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind If that’s the only way to make you mine It was something so familiar Drawn from this blank page Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can’t erase No matter how I try no matter what I do I’m still painting pictures I’m always painting pictures Still painting pictures of you