I love you and 'cause I do, my skies have changed from gray to blue But blue's not just a color of the rainbow Its shade is not a hazy hue but pure and hard, my sky blue blue It's like a Roman candle, coming rosebuds Your words are empty hollow bleatings of a mental crutch They're open-festered indigestion with a velvet touch An ether-eating Eskimo would gag upon your sight Convulsed into oblivion from laughter or from fright A coma with a sweet aroma is your only dream Malignant with the misconception that a grunt can gleam Your lichen-covered corpuscles are filthy to my fist Infection is your finest flower mildewed in the mist I love you and 'cause I do, my skies have turned from gray to blue But blue's not just a color of the rainbow Its shade is not a hazy hue but pure and hard, my blue sky blue It's like a Roman candle, coming rosebuds Blue rosebuds Blue rosebuds Blue rosebuds Blue rosebuds Blue rosebuds Blue rosebuds