AShe's in love with pink and blue,
so I put on my t-shirt which is blue,
Then I went to meet her,
To give my blue diary to her.
The sun was not hot high in the sky
My heart was full of lovely words
And my heart was filled with joy
But I went out of words afterwards
Her beauty blew away my words
like the wind blowing dry leaves.
I glanced at her and lost my words
As if her eyes were two word thieves.
Her vanilla voice drove me to heaven
I realised I had met my dream.
Being with her is really heaven
Her voice is soft like cream.