Shades of green and moods obscure,
The greenest is in the shaky future.
She jumps from one bed to another
To find the right shade from each lover.
The grass is greener on the other side;
She keeps telling herself on the ride.
The journey to the unknown is in the thrill
And a hunger in the flaming heart to fulfill.
Maybe Mister Right is everybody combined.
Maybe just the thrill is what’s on her mind.
The world is full of people on every mission.
Her lovers are found by the rules of attrition,
With sex of the greenest shade
For the lovely Grasshopper Jill.