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BbI went to see the doctor I'd come down with the blues She said that I can’t cure you But here's something you could do
EbTake out a piece of paper And go sit down for a while And a draw a pretty picture
FOf something that makes you Bbsmile
I know what makes me happy I didn’t have to think for long But when I tried to draw it It always came out wrong
EbI had a box of 12 48 and 64 But nowhere could I find That
Fone shade I was looking Bbfor
FI guess I realized Should've come as no surprise
BbCrayola 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
Flove BbAt first I thought of green-blue But then I saw blue-green And then again in bright light They look aquamarine
EbI think at night they're darker I looked again for you Saw gray and black and went out
FWalkin' after midnight Bbblue but
FHues of the deepest skies Would be a compromise
BbCrayola 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
Flove (spring-green)
BbSpring-green is much too yellow Sea-green is far too pale Cornflower's way too mellow So I’ll try again and fail
EbThere’s no way I can capture The way you make me feel One look from you is rapture
FWhether blue or green or Bbteal
FNo color qualifies That crayon’s telling lies
BbCrayola doesn’t make a color 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
EbI just can’t get that sparkle Those glitter crayons won’t Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark’ll
FGet it right, oh no they Bbdon’t
FMr. Crayola tried But I’m left to fantasize
BbCrayola doesn’t make a color (whistling)
BbFor your eyes something darker Let’s see what I can find I melted mahogany and I Got the depth but not the shine
EbJust about gave up and then I Peeled the paper off a little end of Really thought it coulda been, nah
FNot even burnt si- Bbena
FYour passport says they’re brown But I’m gonna keep lookin’ 'round
BbCrayola 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
Flove Crayola doesn't make a
BbCrayola 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
Flove No color to draw my
Bblove