Lyrics Pablo Picasso (Live) - Citizen Cope

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh-huh

The woman that I love is forty feet tall
She's a movie star, she's all in the papers
And everywhere I go, people hand me quarters
And they pat me on the back, they treat me like I'm famous
I never leave her side 'cause two day could be dangerous
And when the night arrives, the light hits her features
And the cars drive by just so they could see her
And she never bats her eye when someone takes her picture

And Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up on a stretcher
And Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up in the papers, yeah

Say, if I had a pistol, I'd brandish it and wave it
She's the only one alive that knows that I'm not crazy
She gonna testify on my behalf down at the Navy
So I can get some peace and provide for my babies
Got a stick and a bottle, I'll pretend I got a razor
Helicopters and cameras, they are shootin' for the station
They say that a wild man is killin' his lady
But for some odd reason, they keep callin' you a pain

And singin', Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up on a stretcher
And Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up in the papers, yeah

La-la, la-la-la, la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la, la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la, la, la-la

Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up on a stretcher
And Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up in the papers
Said, Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up on a stretcher
And Mr. Officer, if you come to take her
Then that means one of us gon' end up in the papers, yeah