I don't live a Pastel Life |
| I decorate with red and gold |
| In spaces that are black and white |
| A splash of aqua, bright and bold |
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| Seeking shelter from a storm |
| I took the hue of winter sun |
| One that barely shone or warmed |
| Left me feeling safe and numb |
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| "Oh, grow up," say lovers, pissed |
| "Why can't you lead a life like mine?" |
| Do babies wrapped in lilac mist |
| Feel warmth and comfort or confined? |
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| I don't live a Pastel Life |
| Give me teal and chocolate brown |
| I love the feel of painting high |
| And run the risk of falling down |
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| "A nice pale pink would suit you fine" |
| My friends will often scold and nag |
| But I took silver with deep wine |
| For the colors of my flag. |
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| No, I don't live a pastel life |
| I chose one lined with black and blue |
| And if somehow I paint it right |
| No regrets when I am through |
