In Blue
(Deborah Gibson.)
Summer's over - and my dear so is he,
Over me now - oh so suddenly.
Onward downward - cared so much it scared him.
I wanted to walk - peacefully,
But in dramatic fasion - out of hurt and passion's sword,
At his feet both hands pulled the cord.
I guess he likes me in blue,
Those tears they make him feel like a man.
After I gave all that I am,
He loves to see me cry,
Thought we could grow old together.
But at the first sign of bad weather,
He left me holding the shoe.
Midnight my prince he just flew.
I guess he likes me in blue.
Tried to hold on,
But it pulled me under.
Left to wonder,
Is there something wrong with me?
Said "No baby",
But I don't believe it,
'Cause his actions - spoke ever so clearly,
And oh,
Out of foolish pride,
As he veered,
I stood by his side.
I guess he likes me in blue,
Those tears they make him feel like a man.
After I gave all that I am,
He loves to see me cry,
Though we could grow old together.
But at the first sign of bad weather,
He left me holding the shoe.
Midnight my prince he just flew.
I guess he likes me in blue.
Say it isn't so,
Say I have my pride,
My big sin you ask,
Is I tried,
I tried.
Lovers on death row,
Destined for the fall,
When did that wind blow?
We could've had it all.
I guess he likes me in blue,
Those tears they make him feel like a man.
After I gave all that I am,
He lives to see me cry,
Though we could grow old together.
But at the first sign of bad weather,
He left me holding the shoe.
Midnight my prince he just flew.
I guess he likes me in blue.
It's not my favourite colour...
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