I think Shel Silverstein summed it up best with this little poem:
Colors
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
