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The blue girls that bake in the sun Skin falls in flames from each one Like leaves from autumn trees They float upon the breeze These girls you have loved Are slowly decaying Drying out in the sun There for your eyes Wild stares in your face They seem to accuse What have you done To earn this surprise? The flesh underneath candy-pink Quite a strange affair, one might think They gasp and moan for air Each fish on your lawnchair These girls you have loved Are slowly decaying Drying out in the sun There for your eyes Wild stares in your face They seem to accuse What have you done To earn this surprise? Fragments left at the end of the day A pile of blue that is soon swept away Goodbye, blue girls, goodbye Would it be too much to cry? These girls you have loved Have slowly decayed now They've dried out in the sun There for your eyes Wild stares in your face It seemed to accuse What did you do To earn this surprise? |