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she loves the color blue
but ain't got 'em
ain't got the sympathy you think she should have
as you bypass her soul
peering endlessly at what you think you came for
but will leave empty handed
she loves the color blue
but ain't got the smile you see painted on Barbie doll's face
just the same one she wears when her heart is broken
and when she's chillin' at the weekend house parties
hiding her joy from you
like morning clouds hide the still sleeping sun
she loves the color blue
but got plenty of blackness
sometimes passing for the blues she loves so much
but you gotta look deep within her to find the richness of its hue
regal
like a shining black panther she could've been
like a loving black mother she surely is
yeah
she's got plenty of blackness
and shares it with those less fortunate
taking it from those less deserving
just listen to her speak...
the rustling of leaves in late autumn
her eyes
cloudy skies about to rain down upon your ignorance
or
the morning mist before the sunrise
warm
like mama's hot oatmeal on a cold winter's day
she loves the color blue
but ain't got 'em
ain't got time for the blues
tried them on once
but they didn't fit then
don’t fit now
and never will
