I love you and 'cause I do, my skies have changed from gray to blue
But blue's not just a color of the rainbow
Its shade is not a hazy hue but pure and hard, my sky blue blue
It's like a Roman candle, coming rosebuds
Your words are empty hollow bleatings of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion with a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion from laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception that a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower mildewed in the mist
I love you and 'cause I do, my skies have turned from gray to blue
But blue's not just a color of the rainbow
Its shade is not a hazy hue but pure and hard, my blue sky blue
It's like a Roman candle, coming rosebuds
Blue rosebuds
Blue rosebuds
Blue rosebuds
Blue rosebuds
Blue rosebuds
Blue rosebuds
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