Lavender, lavender eyes
I can't tell when they laugh or when they cry
If they go, well, I will always smell those
Lavender eyes
At the beach, the seagulls have to cry
When they see sand stuck to their lover's thighs
If I had my way, I would make sure to stay like,
Sand on your thighs
Silkin', silkin', silkin' on your lavender smile
I can read the writing on the walls
It's as clear as the siren's call
I don't care if she knows; I know I will always go for
Lavender smiles
The taste, of an evening lavender sky
Lick the silk twilight, off of your eyes
Know that when you fall asleep, my dreams will softly peek
At your lavender eyes
Your lavender smile,
Your velvet lavender . . . .