I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I was dreaming about your record collection and all
gamble you can count on me to split The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won?t exist. You?re looking skinny like a model with your eyes
a blue moon there?s a blue sky. I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite. Hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies and then the tears pour out of my blue eyes
I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays then it's on the top shelf. But tonite I don't mind if I spend a little more because you are a tolerant
gambler, you can count on me to split The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes
blue moon there?s a blue sky. I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite. Hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies and then the tears pour out of my blue eyes
: I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays then it's on the top shelf. But tonite I don't mind if I spend a little more because you are a tolerant
: I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I was dreaming about your record collection and
I won't put you in your place I won't throw it back in your face when you get yours I won't kick you when you're down there I'll pull you back on your
