Green are the color of the eyes
of the man I love
He's hard to take and hard to touch
And green is the color of the sea
in the early month
Of mid july, te amo much

You get so mad when I complain
You think I'm crazy but
I hear them talk they say my name
They're fucking tired of

All these beautiful people
with beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
She wants to die and she should fucking try

Red is the color of your mouth
when you drink rum punch
You like to lay in yellow sun
And red are the color of your eyes
when you drink too much
You pack your place, you pack a punch

You get so tired tell to me to stop
I'm ruining our love
But I walk by I hear them talk
They're fucking tired of

All these beautiful people
with beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
She wants to die and she should fucking try
She wants to die and she should fucking try
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)

All these beautiful people
with beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
Beautiful people with beautiful problems
Beautiful people with beautiful problems