I went to see the doctor. I'd come down with the blues.nShe said No, I can't cure you, but I know something you can do.nTake out a piece of paper, and sit down for a while,nAnd draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile.nWell, I know what makes me happy. Didn't have to think for long.nBut when I tried to draw it, it always came out wrong.nI had a box of 12, 48 and 64,nBut nowhere could I find that one shade I was looking for.nI guess I realized shoulda come as no surprisenCrayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.nThere is no way that I could possibly describe you.nCrayola doesn't make a color to draw my love.nnAt first I thought of Green Blue, but then I saw Blue Green.nAnd then sometimes in bright light, they look Aquamarine.nI think at night they're darker. I looked again for you.nSaw Grey and Black and went out walkin' after Midnight BluenBut the hues of the deepest skies would be a compromisenCrayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.nThere is no way that I could possibly describe you.nCrayola doesn't make a color to draw my love.nnSpring Green is much too yellow, Sea Green is far too pale.nCornflower's way too mellow, so I'll try again and fail.nThere's no way I can capture the way you make me feel.nOne look from you is rapture, whether Blue or Green or Teal.nNo color qualifies. That crayon's telling liesnCrayola doesn't make a color for your eyesnnHey look, it's Periwinkle. So sure I got it now.nBut you wink and there's a twinkle in your eye and still, somehow,nI just can't get that sparkle. Those glitter crayons won't.nMaybe Glow-In-The-Dark'll get it right. Aw, no they don't.nMr. Crayola tries, but I'm left to fantasizenCrayola doesn't make a colornnFor your eyes, something darker let's see what I can find.nMelted mahogany and got the depth not the shine.nJust about gave up and then I peeled the paper off a little end of...nReally thought it coulda been... ahh, not even Burnt Sienna!nYour passport says they're brown, but I'm gonna keep lookin' round...nCrayola doesn't make a color for your eyesnThere is no way that I could possibly describe younCrayola doesn't make a color to draw my lovennCrayola doesn't make a color for your eyesnThere is no way that I could possibly describe younCrayola doesn't make a color to draw my love