Crayola Doesn't Make a Color for Your Eyes

I 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
Take out a piece of paper and go sit down for a while
And draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile"
Well, 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
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 again 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 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?
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
Go Marky

For your eyes, something darker, let's see what I can find
I melted Mahogany and I 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 - aw, 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

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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
No color draw my love