Portrait

Tell me how you wanna be portrayed, now

You can have it all, you know that you can have it all

That I love you, yeah, I love you

Donatello, Frida Kahlo, Holbein

You can have it all, you know that you can have it all

That I love you, yeah I love you

Now paint me a picture

And draw yourself drawing a piece of paper with pencil

‘Cause you can’t afford to misrepresent me

I want an imitation of reality

Gather all your kings and other things

That you know my good

You might tell me what, ‘cause

Do you think that these are my good nature

You establish my good nature

Buy me aristocracy

Now listen to me, yeah

Your whores come and go to sit with me

I wanna be seen in a hundred years

As you see me now, so don’t hesitate

Paint my portrait

So paint me now

You didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to see

You threw it in the fire, you threw it in the fire

And then you took my eyes, so I could never be

The painter of your boy

And then I go:

King, for king, oh, king, bring the guillotine

You didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to see

You threw it in the fire, you threw it in the fire

And then you took my eyes, so I could never be

The painter of your boy

And then I go:

King, for king, oh, king, bring the guillotine

Bring the guillotine