A rock hit my forehead
And it opened my skull and
I was so embarrassed
That the receipts all rolled
Straight out of my face
All scribbled with ink
Every single thing
I've ever thought to think
And the pages about you
Were a nice shade of blue
I picked them up quickly
Cause i knew they'd tell you
There were too many blue ones
Compared to the rest
I'm just thankful that rock
Didn't hit my chest
I'm just thankful that rock
Didn't open my chest
Cause that would have been a mess
That would have been a mess
A pool of blue
A pool of blue
Paper-mache blue
Paper-mache you
A pool of blue
A pool of blue
Paper-mache blue
Paper-mache you