As I stare into the midnight blue
I think this is black, it is not blue.
Black and blue, black and blue
The color of my brand new shoe.
My knee is also blue and black
I scraped it against a big read shack,
A big red shack full of knick-knacks
Knicks and knacks, knacks and knicks
In a big red shack that’s next to sticks
Sticks are things that fall from trees
They also hold the homes to bees
And those big brown trees also hold leaves
Leaves and bees, bees and leaves
Are both from trees
That made a pile of big stick-e’s
Big stick-e’s next to a big red shack
A big red shack full of knick-knacks
That made my knee turn black and blue
The color of my brand new shoe
These are the things I think about as I stare into the midnight blue
That’s really black
But it’s called blue
Black and blue, black and blue,
The color of my brand new shoe…
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