I wrote this song about being jealous and getting worked up over the simplest of reasons. In this song I recount my information on a pretty girl I don’t know and being envious of her because of her beauty. The song is called “Violet Eyes”.

She has red freckles on her pale shoulders,

Matching her fiery hair,

She wears a beret as it gets colder,

A duffle coat, tres debonair

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How I wish I could pull off such class,

Her violet eyes are made of glass,

Shame that I was never blessed,

With a touch of gracefulness

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I imagine she lives in a hut,

by the forest, or the sea,

I bet she awakes to a chorus of sparrows,

The air like pot-pourri,

I bet she owns an expensive camera,

Which she uses all the time,

Not one picture of herself though,

She doesn’t have the immodesty or the time

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How I wish I could pull off such class,

Her violet eyes are made of glass,

Shame that I was never blessed,

With a touch of gracefulness

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But I don’t even know her,

She is just a picture,

I don’t know her backstory,

I can’t praise or be accusotory,

All I know, she has grace,

She may be flawed in another place,

No need for jealousy

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How I wish I could pull off such class,

Her violet eyes are made of glass,

Shame that I was never blessed,

With a touch of gracefulness

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