(Tune: "Irving" by Hank Card/Kristen Nelson)
Darlin', are you always Purple when you're here alone
All the times that you say "Purple" on the telephone
Just then, that phone rang; as I picked it up I knew
While handing you the phone, I just said, "Purple", dear, for you."
I'd tried to take away her Purple many years ago,
But she still dreams of Purple; she wants Purple more and more
It's "Purple" at breakfast, and "Purple" through the day
Even when we're makin' love, there's Purple in the way
'Cause she's got Purple inside her, and Purple won't come out
Though there's nothing about Purple to write home about
When I hold her and we kiss, it's Purple that and Purple this
Her six-letter word for Bliss is Purple
She does not feel strongly about Ochre, Blue or Green
Every night I wail and weep, she mumbles "Purple" in her sleep
Cyan, Burnt Siena, Yellow, Coffee, Black or Cream
Goldenrod, Maroon, Mauve, Indigo, or Verdigris
Violet, Orange, Fuschia, Aqua, Gold, Chartreuse, or me!
How'd it get in her so deep, this Purple
I've always felt that Purple was overblown and grand
But Purple has a hold on her I cain't understand
Her markers, all one color, her pens from old Kmart
She's got P-U-R-P-L-E tattooed on her heart
'Cause she's got Purple inside her, and Purple's there to stay
Purple, Purple, Purple, Purple's all that she would say
Though my mind was surely taxed, it was true we had great sax
I rode the bus to Office Max for Purple
Just to keep her by my side, there is something I must buy
A thousand different markers, all just Purple.
copyright ©1998 by Gerald L. "Moss" Bliss (4/11). Usual Disclaimer applies.
The original of this song, "Irving" is found on "Small Minds" by the Austin Lounge Lizards.
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