Lyrics:

You're my picture, by Picasso
Lighting up our scullery
With your pans and pots and hot-plates
You'd brighten up any gallery

If I could paint a different picture
Leafy lanes and flower scenes
Buttermilk, your cooking mixture
You still have ingredients that make you shine
And when you take your apron off I know you're mine
(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
How to make the foaming texture
Dirty linen isn't all that starts to shine
In rubber gloves and faded jeans you still look fine
(Still look fine)

If I could paint a different picture
Leafy lanes and flower scenes
Buttermilk, your cooking mixture
You still have ingredients that make you shine
And when you take your apron off I know you're mine
(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