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