her yellow's, they're a child with moms make-up smudged on face,
wearing pajamas made of white lace.
her blue's, they're a child leaving gifts of two brite flowers and a single pink kiss.

she, picks up flowers
sitting in the spring grass,
counting down for summer days,
saying the usual say,
he loves me,
he loves me not,
he loves me,
he loves me not...
and you stand there
not saying a word
as you stand there
her heart screams out, won't you be my world?
but you stood there
not saying a word
as you stood there
not a voice was heard.
yeah she woke up,
yeah she stood up,
yeah she remembered,
it was a month past december.