A Paint Shop For The Colour Blind

A Paint Shop For The Colour Blind

written by: roger turner



looking out into the street

there’s a line a mile long

i haven’t even opened yet

there must be something wrong

the line it stretches round the block

it doesn’t make much sense

i feel a riot may break out

i start getting rather tense

the phone is ringing off the hook

i amazed at things i hear

i’ve never had a thought like that

i tell them ‘stick it in your ear

they tell me, mate, that’s just the point

i tell them to go on

i’m a paint store for the colour blind

i’m not a sex salon

for days the calls keep coming

i don’t know what to say

i just run a small paint shop

known as fifty shades of grey

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