Mixametaphorasizing

What is music to my ears
Is a sight for my sore eyes
If I could for just one minute
Mixametaphorasize

The pain that’s in my butt
Is a feeling in my gut
But excuse me that is what
I mixametaphorasize

If you see my outlook’s sunny
As a train wreck is unfunny
Then you’re getting it now, honey
You mixametaphorasize

So in closing, if your highs
Match the blueness of the skies
You’re the apple of my eyes
When you mixametamorphasize