Picture It Gloria Estefan (Ft. Joe Cerisano)

[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