Colours Lyrics

Kiss finger tips
Tip finger lips
She makes melodies divine
Makes me look like bad design
(And she said)
I want to be like you
Cool and soft, not ordinary
Oh, baby, just like you
Colourful and temporary
Oh, then suddenly she stopped the clock
And when she touched my hand
She gave me colours
Cool, bright colours

Her pretty face
Face pretty her
She makes melodies divine
Makes me look like bad design