Album: Riverside
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