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Crayola Doesn't Make a Color for Your Ey... Lyrics
I went to see the doctor. I'd come down with the blues.
She said "No, I can't cure you, but I know something you can do. Take out a piece of paper, and sit down for a while, And draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile." Well, I know what makes me happy. Didn't have to think for long. But when I tried to draw it, it always came out wrong. I had a box of 12, 48 and 64, But nowhere could I find that one shade I was looking for. I guess I realized shoulda come as no surprise Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes. There is no way that I could possibly describe you. Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love. At first I thought of Green Blue, but then I saw Blue Green. And then sometimes in bright light, they look Aquamarine. I think at night they're darker. I looked again for you. Saw Grey and Black and went out walkin' after Midnight Blue But the hues of the deepest skies would be a compromise Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes. There is no way that I could possibly describe you. Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love. Spring Green is much too yellow, Sea Green is far too pale. Cornflower's way too mellow, so I'll try again and fail. There's no way I can capture the way you make me feel. One look from you is rapture, whether Blue or Green or Teal. No color qualifies. That crayon's telling lies Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes Hey look, it's Periwinkle. So sure I got it now. But you wink and there's a twinkle in your eye and still, somehow, I just can't get that sparkle. Those glitter crayons won't. Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark'll get it right. Aw, no they don't. Mr. Crayola tries, but I'm left to fantasize Crayola doesn't make a color For your eyes, something darker let's see what I can find. Melted mahogany and got the depth not the shine. Just about gave up and then I peeled the paper off a little end of... Really thought it coulda been... ahh, not even Burnt Sienna! Your passport says they're brown, but I'm gonna keep lookin' round... Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes There is no way that I could possibly describe you Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes There is no way that I could possibly describe you Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love |
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