Purple is the color of my shirt when I met you
When you asked me for a kiss but I wouldn't let you
It was a dark day for you that day
Your circumstances had led you astray
We met again you made apologies for the other night
I thought you looked kinda hot wearing white
I started to like those blond curls
But that night you didn't join me and the girls
Next I wore dark blue jeans when you hit my behind
I was offended, saw you and then didn't mind
I took you back to my little white house
My colorful living room with my white couch
We danced until our faces got red
And ended up in my newly bought bed
Pink is the color of your face when you shine
And blue is the color of your eyes
I could say the rest is history
But too much white wine is taking up my memory
The truth is I can't bring to mind
When I saw your house for the first time
I just ended up in this colorful world
Made by the hands of these blond curls
It's nice to see how you rebuild the whole place
And let the color of love fill up the space
Green is the color your kitchen used to be
And your eyes are so blue it's heavenly
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