Scullery

You're my picture, by Picasso Lighting up our scullery With your pans and pots and hot-plates You'd brighten up any gallery If I could paint a different picture Leafy lanes and flower scenes Buttermilk, your cooking mixture You still have ingredients that make you shine And when you take your apron off I know you're mine (Know you're mine) You're my photogenic model From the glossy magazine In among your kitchen structure Soapy water, washing machine I could take a different picture Rolling hills and flowing gowns How to make the foaming texture Dirty linen isn't all that starts to shine In rubber gloves and faded jeans you still look fine (Still look fine) If I could paint a different picture Leafy lanes and flower scenes Buttermilk, your cooking mixture You still have ingredients that make you shine And when you take your apron off I know you're mine (Know you're mine) You're my picture, by Picasso Lighting up our scullery With your pans and pots and hot-plates You'd brighten up any gallery