Portrait (Alt-J)

Tell me how you wanna be portrayed, now You can have it all, you know that you can have it all That I love you, yeah, I love you Donatello, Frida Kahlo, Holbein You can have it all, you know that you can have it all That I love you, yeah I love you Now paint me a picture And draw yourself drawing a piece of paper with pencil ‘Cause you can’t afford to misrepresent me I want an imitation of reality Gather all your kings and other things That you know my good You might tell me what, ‘cause Do you think that these are my good nature You establish this good nature Buy me aristocracy Now listen to me, yeah, Your whores come and go to sit with me I wanna be seen in a hundred years As you see me now, so don’t hesitate Make my portrait made So paint me now You didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to see You threw it in the fire, you threw it in the fire And then you took my eyes, so I could never be The painter of your boy And then I go: King, for king, oh, king, bring the guillotine You didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to see You threw it in the fire, you threw it in the fire And then you took my eyes, so I could never be The painter of your boy And then I go: King, for king, oh, king, bring the guillotine Bring the guillotine