The paints he wore was blue
as the dim light glowed in the lover's sight
as his denim jeans caressed my thigh
as i caught myself choked on my favorite lie:
"i'm not falling for you."

The paints he wore was blue
as i found myself in a crowd sensing you
as i snapped at the bewitching scent of blue
and let all my lust break loose.

The paints he wore was blue,
my favorite shade of blue,
my favorite muse was you,
'til everything falls through.