Red is everywhere
It is here, it is there
I see the colour red in my head
In shows on TV...
In my dreams, in flowers,
thinking about you for hours.

I try to push my thoughts are elsewhere,
Yet I hear a song of redhair and black leather,
A giggle warmer than any summer weather...
A glow so bright, Red cheeks blush red.
F*ck, I think I'm in over my head.

I have never been so scared,
I have never been so at peace.
Each time I'm reminded of Red, I feel dread...
Each time I'm reminded of Red, I think Red's a masterpiece.

But,
Not because she's beautiful,
Not because she's gorgeous,
Not because Red's adorable,
Not because Red's cute,

I'm not allowed to call Red Beautiful,
I'm not allowed to call Red gorgeous,
I'm not allowed to call her adorable,
I'm not allowed to call you cute,

You've stripped me of the colour Red,
Filling my thoughts with smiles and dread.

Although one other colour looks good on you.
And that's green, and well, white.
Such a delight...
Well it's a little cheating, saying two.
Or was it green and cream...
All I can say, you in that dress,
A smile on my face it did press...
You're out of a dream...
A Disney Princess supreme!

Please Red...
Don't tell me this is all in my head?