You asked to see my pictures
Told me eyes belong in the middle of one’s head
I didn’t mind the correction
It didn’t bother me that you’d said
But then came the jibe about Picasso
You tried to soften your criticism
But in that moment, I loved Pablo not you
And preferred all the world’s words to your witticism.
You missed the point entirely
She didn’t need to look real
She’s a girl who’s got red and blue lines
She’s a girl who knows how to feel.