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