Where do you want to go? was his response. I don’t know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn’t matter.
...Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map