Picasso - Bradley Simpson
Lyrics by:Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer
Composed by:Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer
Produced by:Bradley Simpson/Jonny Coffer/BOOTS
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 oh
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 oh
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 oh
Oh my god
I think that I am
In over my head