I use to tell myself you can have her
Cause you've already taken her from me...

Unto the mirror
I turn my face...

There's a four letter word
That's being passed around...

Colors.........
Are just shadows of the eye...

If I could spend some time
Inside of your eyes...

It's more than some letters
Made into a word...

She's a thorn in my side
A pain in my neck...

My bleeding heart
Feels no comfort...

Her yummy nectar drips like golden honey
With pure sweetness of yellow happiness...

Red velvet petals dipped in perfume
Held together in a gorgeous bloom...

No golden tassels or silver bells
Interlaced with scarlet ribbons...

Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love...