Picasso 歌词

Oh my God, I think that I am in over my head I have let the chaos in and now it's in my bed January morning fights and April rendezvous You paint only tragedy and I’ll keep coming back to you Where'd you learn to break a heart? Turn the torture into art Who the hell d'you think you are? Picasso, oh-oh-ohh Painting burns and painful scars Brushing on my body parts I'd do anything for my Picasso, oh-oh I'm still so in love with you I'd run into a burning room I'd pose and let you paint me black and blue Picasso, oh-oh You said hi and I saw stars, I should've looked away (quand je n’ai pas de bleu) I had no idea something so breathtaking could cause such pain (je mets du rouge) January morning fights and April rendezvous (rendezvous) You paint only tragedy and I’ll keep coming back to you Where'd you learn to break a heart? Turn the torture into art Who the hell d'you think you are? Picasso, oh-oh-ohh Painting burns and painful scars Brushing on my body parts I'd do anything for my Picasso, oh-oh I'm still so in love with you I'd run into a burning room I'd pose and let you paint me black and blue Picasso, oh-oh-ohh Da-da, da-da, da-da-da (oh-oh-ohh) Da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da, da-da-da (oh-oh-ohh) Da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da, da-da-da (oh-oh-ohh) Da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da, da-da-da Oh my God, I think that I am in over my head