I went to see the doctor.
I'd come down with the blues.
She said that I can't cure you,
But here's something 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 12, 48, and, 64.
But no where could I find that one shade I was looking for.
I guess I realized,
Should of come as no surprise.
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.
At first I thought of green-blue,
But then I saw blue-green.
And then again in bright light,
They look aquamarine.
I think at night they're darker,
I looked again for you,
Saw gray and black,
And when out walking after midnight, blue.
But, hues 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,
Spring green is much too yellow.
Sea green is far too pale.
Cornflower's 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,
Weather blue, or green, or teal.
No color qualifies,
That crayon's telling lies.
Crayola doesn't make a color.
Hey, look it's perry winkle,
So sure I got it now.
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,
Get it right,
Oh no they don't.
Mr. Crayola tried,
But I'm left to fantasize.
Crayola doesn't make a color.
Go Marky.
*Whistling chorus*
For your eyes something darker,
Lets see what I can find.
I melted mahogany,
And I got the depth, but not the shine.
Just about give up and then I peeled the paper off a little end.
I really thought it could of been, not,
Not even burnt sienna.
Your passport says they're brown,
But I'm gonna keep looking round.
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.
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Lyrics submitted by Katrina.