Picasso
Bradley Simpson
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 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
I had no idea something so breathtaking could cause such pain
January morning fights and April rendezvous (Rendezvous)
You paint only tragedy and I 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