Gone to Pablo
The maid came into her room on wednesday morning,
found a pistol lying by her side.
For thirteen years she kept her fires burning,
lost in pictures, no place to hide.
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Alone too long, the night became her lover.
She knew that he'd be waiting all this time,
with dreams and magic pictures to uncover,
now that all earthly silence was behind.
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
People go to galleries in Europe
to wonder and to feel Picassos soul.
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo