Past Picasso
Man I watched her spiral down to the bottom of the Guggenheim past Picasso, past Van Gogh
And I watched as total strangers watched her head for the door
Beauty is a thing which when looked upon brings pleasure
Pleasure is that thing like her which can't be ignored
Refrain
Maybe she's out in Central Park she's just listening to the music
Echo sweet and holy underneath the bridge
And the blind accordion plays on man he don't know what he's missin'
Missin' something finer than treasure on Frank Lloyd Wright walls
He's missin' something finer than treasure on Frank Lloyd Wright walls
So I watched her spiral down to the bottom of the Guggenheim past Picaso, past Van Gogh
And I watched as total strangers watched her walk out the door
Man I watched her spiral down to the bottom of the Guggenheim past Picasso, past Van Gogh
And I watched as total strangers watched her head for the door
Beauty is a thing which when looked upon brings pleasure
Pleasure is that thing like her which can't be ignored
Refrain
Maybe she's out in Central Park she's just listening to the music
Echo sweet and holy underneath the bridge
And the blind accordion plays on man he don't know what he's missin'
Missin' something finer than treasure on Frank Lloyd Wright walls
He's missin' something finer than treasure on Frank Lloyd Wright walls
So I watched her spiral down to the bottom of the Guggenheim past Picaso, past Van Gogh
And I watched as total strangers watched her walk out the door