Can I Paint You

If God makes the bad news
Then maybe He's just into the dark blues
And sure enough, there's room in this painting
For some more sunny hues

'Cause I've got one note for Dalí
I find the lines have all started blurring
And here I set a series of brushstrokes
Degas and Van Gogh views
Oh, I want to paint you

You've got a one-two punch, a Sargent of devotion
Rousseau, out to lunch, and everybody knows it
You've got a one-two punch, a Sargent of devotion
Rousseau, out to lunch, and everybody knows it

The world's just a canvas
And maybe we should mix up the madness
And let the colors bleed into patterns
Slip into something new

So here's my memo to Monet
Your lilies flow, but they keep on drifting
It's time to frame a moment that's borrowed
Picasso, Pollock truth
Oh, I want to paint you

You've got a one-two punch, a Sargent of devotion
Rousseau, out to lunch, and everybody knows it (I wanna know)
You've got a one-two punch, a Sargent of devotion (I'll paint you)
Rousseau, out to lunch, and everybody knows it
I wanna know, I wanna know, can I paint you?
Can I paint you?