The Yellow Paint

What’s the stuff
That comes out in the wash
Almost caught up in your head
Making wigs that dont shed
Cause the birds in a cup
Of hot cocoa and stuff
And your moms on the other line
Cause your shoes dont sparkle like they used to anymore
And the yellow paints really chipping off your door
When the record player breaks
And your typewriter sings
And marriage
Dont matter much about dem rings
When the buffalo turns red
And the black bird blue
Then its turning
Its rolling
The Rock
And the You

Jessica Lauřên Iulianella

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