I thought she was albino
’til I saw that her eyes were blue
I was gonna keep on going
just walk on through
you might think that was kind of rude
but she looked like she had bad attitude
***
Cute girl with the see through skin
I thought that she was
Albinan-ian
Cute girl with the veins that show through
What has nature done to you?
***
She replied:
Nature didn’t do this
It began with the
wrong boy’s kiss
Disease over which
love holds sway
Bad boy sucked all my colour away
***
Cute girl with the see through skin
I thought that she was
Albinan-ian
Cute girl with the veins that show through
What has that bad boy done to you?
***
I thought she was albino
’til I saw that her eyes were blue
She kept on going
just walked on through
you might think that was kind of rude
She repaid me for my bad attitude
***
Cute girl with the see through skin
I thought that she was
Albinan-ian
Cute girl with organs that show through
How can I ever forget you?
***
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Gentle readers, you should hear me when I sing this. Perhaps it is better that you don’t. And yes, I am fully aware that while an albino person may come from Albania, that that is mere coincidence. Remember, I have been issued with a poetic licence. Perhaps a commentary on a certain type of singer, perhaps just stupidity. Perhaps a cautionary tale for Twilight readers? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. (And as I type this on a fine winter’s afternoon, I am rewarded for writing about colour with the eerie wail of a yellow tailed black cockatoo.)