She rang the door bell twice She rang the door bell twice

It was a draw, But he said to me It was a draw, But he said to me

To an empty home; And I'll draw someone new, I'll pick a color in my crayon box, Red blue black gree... To an empty home; And I'll draw someone new, I'll pick a color in my crayon box,...

They create a flow of poetry Which can't be clogged They create a flow of poetry Which can't be clogged

I couldn't draw the picture, As your eyes are searching,... I couldn't draw the picture, As your eyes are searching,...

With silver, she drew, And red she painted. With silver, she drew, And red she painted.