Blue in your hair
Butterfly glasses and sensible shoes
Gin on your table
A small one to start
Rings for your fingers
A drink for your heart
Pardon if I stare
You stay till its closing
Ears and eyes wide
A mother maybe
A son or a daughter is where you should be
Pardon if I stare
I watch you
I've got you
Well maybe that's true
But blue lady I may be wrong about you
The way we see each other
We discover secretsin ourselves
Understanding bells ring
Or maybe i Imagine
How would it be
If I came to keep you company
But blue lady sad if it's true
That's spomething that strangers just don't do
So blue lady
Pardon if I stare

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