baker-miller

Baker-Miller spackle Please repaint whatever's real Rather than attack, I'll Reinvent the color wheel Baby, you're a pipe dream Fallacies be damned but 'cause Both our archetypes seem to Fit in my left hand, I'll turn Right, paint the Baker-Miller white With a forty leaf clover Next to you, paint the Baker-Miller blue Before calling it over And I try to speak But the words don't know how to come out of my mouth I'm a wreck for a semblance of self-control Homer rolls in his grave 'cause the birds can't fly south, No, they can't see a thing through my rose-colored soul Bake a sheet of failure Serve it to me cold and stale I'm a seasick sailor And darling, you're the whitest whale Baby, you're just like me Make-believe is all we know Lightning couldn't strike me Thunder makes the dark sky glow bright, Paint the Baker-Miller white With a forty leaf clover I can't lose Rearrange its rosy hues Before calling it over I'll turn right, paint the Baker-Miller white With a forty leaf clover Next to you, paint the Baker-Miller blue Before calling it over