Kristin Andreassen - Crayola Doesn't Make A Color For Your Eyes lyrics

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I went to see the doctor

I'd come down with the blues

She said that I can't cure you

But here's somethin' 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

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 twelve

Forty-eight and sixty-four

But nowhere could I find

That one shade I was lookin' for

I guess I realized, should've come as no surprise

Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes

There is no way that I could possible 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 Aqua-Marine

I think at night their darker

I looked again for you

Saw grey and black and then

I walk in after midnight-blue

Hughes 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 is much too yellow

Sea Green is far too pale

Corn Flower is 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 --

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

Could get it right, no they don't

Mr. Crayola tries, but I'm left to fantasize

Crayola doesn't make a color -- go, Marquis

(Whistling)

For your eyes, something darker

Let's see what I can find

I melted Mahogany and got the depth

But not the shine

Just about gave up and then I

Pulled the paper off a little end of

Really thought it could've been

Nah, not even Burnt Sienna

Your passport says they're brown, but I'm gonna keep lookin' around

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

Crayola doesn't make a --

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 to draw my love

Thanks to Dub

Thanks to sianna, for correcting these lyrics