The last Picasso,
the last Picasso was just acquired by some old museum,
well Don Quixote,
Well Don Quixote the old man’s rhyme has lost its reason;
which only reminds me
have I remembered to say that without you this life of plenty,
would seem so empty.
The last Picasso
Oh me and you
me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you
We, we can sigh
me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh.
The last Picasso,
the last Picasso may gather dust amid the ruins,
well Don Quixote,
Well Don Quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes;
but I still have you
and I have you when everything else is gone and done with,
we’ll be like one with.
The last Picasso
Oh me and you
me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you
We, we can sigh
me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh.
Oh me and you
me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you
We, we can sigh
me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh.