Soft Picasso

It was a modern love affair
Completely cool and casual
They hardly knew each other was there
I mean, both of 'em had their own gettin' off to do
They had to dream about their own selves
When they were through

But the modern girl was elated
With what the revolution gave her
And since she was liberated
Well, she could have anything that she fancied
And she fancied quite a bit
I mean, if it felt good, she did it
And she did it every chance she could get
With her main modern man and otherwise
And her taste wasn't limited to just modern guys

Since another modern girl showed her
That modern girls know how to hold her
And after she had her eyes opened
Well, all her old close friends started getting closer
And new friends weren't that far, far away

But the modern man, he just wasn't so lucky
Him being shook from his usual role as the heartbreaker
He was completely battered and bewildered
When he actually started in feelin' something for her
And he discovered a new emotion
When they stopped ending up together as frequently
And when he finally confronted her with the question
Had she been beddin' down with others in the periphery
Without him? And she replied, hell yes, ain't it funny?

So view the modern man
He's lookin', lookin,' lookin' like a soft, soft Picasso
There with his head in his hand
Repeating to himself an epigram
Live by the scam, die by the scam