Some of my friends call me Red
Sometimes I think it is cute,
Because I am a red head
And sometimes it makes me want to give them the boot
It is not that I don´t like Red,
But if you want to be my pal
It is just a problem I have…
So don´t give me red clothes at all
Because I think red with red is way too red!
My lover had her arms crossed over her bosom
When I said I was going to change my hair to black
She said, “If you change you will need something red… maybe a red bottom.”
It is not necessary to say that the thought to dye my hair never comes back!
It is Christmas and my Santa wears blue and not the traditional red,
My lover accepts that the Xmas house decorations are all mine,
Well, except for outside that she decorated with white LEDs,
It was an agreement so we are fine.
It is not wise to go Christmas shopping with an upset red head
My love showed me a coat,
It had a beautiful cut, but pink with red,
I couldn´t help but pout!
She said, “Are you also going to throw a tantrum?”
I said, “What do I need to do to get it through your thick head?
It is not so hard to understand I don´t wear red!”
My feet hitting the floor tum, tum, tum!
With a frown my love said, “At home we are going to talk, hon.”
It means I will end up over her lap,
She will give me a pink and red bum,
I will get a lecture while she slaps,
I need to learn not to push her over the edge,
Apologies wouldn´t be enough; I wish I could take my words back
She has a standard, not stopping until “it is a nice red”
Good thing she doesn´t go for a “nice blue and black!”