| You’re my picture by Picasso |
| Lighting up our scullery |
| With your pans and pots and hot-plates |
| You’d brighten up any gallery. |
| I could paint a different picture |
| Leafy lanes and flower scenes |
| But amid your cooking mixture |
| You still have ingredients that make you shine |
| And when you take your apron off I 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 |
| But amid the foaming texture |
| Dirty linen isn’t all that starts to shine |
| In rubber gloves and faded jeans you still look fine. |
| INSTRUMENTAL |
| I could paint a different picture |
| Leafy lanes and flower scenes |
| But amid your cooking mixture |
| You still have ingredients that make you shine |
| And when you take your apron off I 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. |