I asked my baby
“Hey, what colour’s this dress?”
Her weird-ass answer
Kind of made me distressed
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened tonight
But if you’re thinkin’
'Bout my garment
It don’t matter if it’s
Blue or White
They print the picture
From their screens and their phones
The experts argue
It’s our rods and our cones
Some see black and some see gold
And all think
That you are wrong
And they’re right
But if you’re thinkin'
'Bout my garment
It don’t matter if it’s
Blue or White
I am tired of this Dressgate
I am tired of this strife
The saturation you misstate
That makes you question your life
I ain’t scared of your query
Filters, pixels and tones
I ain’t scared of my theory
Leaving me all alone
Perception
Of shades
And striations
Causing grief in
Human relations
It’s a lace war
On a global scale
Weighing in on both sides
An Internet fail
See, it’s not a precision
Night vision
Division
What’s seen last
Or contrast
May make your decision
If you’ve seen the bright
Or the duller
I’m not going to spend
Life mad from a dress colour
Don’t tell me you agree with me
This is worse than that time with Magic Eye
But if you’re thinking
About my garment
It don’t matter if it’s blue or white
If you’re thinking
About my garment
It don’t matter if it’s blue or white
