Gone to Pablo

The maid came to her room Wednesday morning Found a pistol lying by her side For thirteen years she kept her fires burning Lost in pictures, no place left 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 been waiting all this time With dreams and magic pictures to uncover Now that all that earthly sadness was behind Jaqueline's gone to Pablo Jaqueline's gone to Pablo People go to galleries in Europe To wonder and to feel Picasso's soul Jaqueline's gone to Pablo Jaqueline's gone to Pablo Jaqueline's gone to Pablo Jaqueline's gone to Pablo