Just Let Me Be Pilot

Yellow coat and shoes
Matching socks of blue
Guess that's the way you like to look
It took some time to get myself used to you
Although the way you look is
Rather bizarre, almost vulgar
Seeming tragic without (magic)

I hate the way you move
Saying this to prove
You ain't the way you used to be
I find myself maybe a little too hard
Please understand you're not a
Beauty queen or a silver scene
Or a Doris Day, just a toy

Just let me be like I want to be
I don't want to have you around
I'm sick and tired of the things you say
Just leave me alone and I'll be
All right I say till another new day
And I'll look out for you
Or ignore you

The golden scene is set
My money I would bet
Why can't you be a part of it
It took so long to find I'm really so sick
The colours, they blind me
With dazzling sunshine, reflecting most times
Off your silver painted (toe nails)