A rock hit my forehead And it opened my skull and I was so embarrassed That the receipts all rolled Straight out of my face All scribbled with ink Every single thing I've ever thought to think ( ) And the pages about you Were a nice shade of blue I picked them up quickly Cause i knew they'd tell you There were too many blue ones Compared to the rest I'm just thankful that rock Didn't hit my chest I'm just thankful that rock Didn't open my chest Cause that would have been a mess That would have been a mess A pool of blue A pool of blue Paper-mache blue Paper-mache you A pool of blue A pool of blue Paper-mache blue Paper-mache you