Picture It

[Verse 1] [Gloria Estefan] Maria Luisa, Queen of Spain Is sleeping with Manuel Godoy The King's Prime Minister and They have a son the king believes is his Look at the eyes They stare in flat perspective Hiding what the servants know And still the king rewards Godoy With gold, and land, and trust It must be seen to be believed You have to picture it Aristocratic life You have to picture it [Joe Cerisano] This kind of world will end Their kind of world will end [Verse 2] [Gloria Estefan] There's Fernando, Prince of scorn He knows that he's the king's first born He'll wear the mantle and the cloak of state But how long must he wait? Look at the eyes Impatient rage unending Wondering what the Queen's pretending Posing, holding young Francisco's hand Instead of his And still they want their portrait done They want to picture it The King, the Queen, their son They want to picture it [Joe Cerisano] Look at their world my friend Look at their world my friend [Chorus] (2x) [Estefan and Cerisano] Get to know the family The King and Queen of Spain And the children All dressed up to rule and reign For a lifetime Get to know the royal intentions Of a kind no one ever mentions Get to know the life that they've led and picture it [Verse 3] [Gloria Estefan] Now see the painter in the background Gathering up the darkening shadows Working in commercial style But all the while he thinks: When reason sleeps the mind produces monsters Goblins, Furies, Poltergeists But these are real, they run the country! How can you explain That Spain is crying in the night And you can't picture it? No more pathetic sight You could not picture it [Joe Cerisano] And that poor world won't end That other world won't end [Chorus X2]