Eyes Little I

If I was a teardrop On a 1 fine summer's day so hot it dried it up before it left it's duct Then how on earth would anybody know But me alone inside And if I cried in winter 10 degrees below Would anybody be able to tell 1 icicle from another So why not wipe away the sleep from weary Autumn eyes And come Spring swap your glasses for contact lenses any shade you choose Because if no 1 actually gives enough of a damn to look you in the eye Might as well stop crying teardrops Old Blue eye's cloudy Red