The girl he loves is as dark as the midnight blue sea that's cradled by the moonlight.
The girl he loves is as green as the hill kissed by the summer light.
The girl he loves is coral, it's as pink as those roses that grow.
The girl he loves is as crisp red, like the autumn leaves that lay forgotten
The girl he loves,
I can't ever be
Because he's allergic to violets
And violets well they're too much like me