claire's turning blonde for the summer i guess the sunlight just soaks into her hair and she sits next to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as to
never prove That it was life itself to blame. And time ruined the world like a failed revolution. A tumor we could not remove. An old friend, a constant, the blues
: Claire's turning blonde for the summer I guess the sunlight just soaks into her hair and she sits next to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as
So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is enough If you walk away, I'll walk away" (And then he shot me dead) I found a liquid cure For my landlocked blues
put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I?ll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure From my landlocked blues It?ll
. I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat. Live in a blue house, on a blue street, in a blue town by a blue creek. I write my blue songs with my blue
blue hat Live in a blue house on a blue street In a blue town by a blue creek I write my blue songs with my blue pen I sing the blue notes to my blue
a blue, blue Christmas Yeah, you'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas But I'll have a blue, blue
: claire's turning blonde for the summer i guess the sunlight just soaks into her hair and she sits next to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as
Santa only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues
have a blue, blue Christmas Yeah, you'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas But I'll have a blue, blue
I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I?ll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure From my landlocked blues It?ll
blue hat. Live in a blue house, on a blue street, in a blue town by a blue creek. I write my blue songs with my blue pen. I sing the blue notes to my blue
Claire's turning blonde for the summer I guess the sunlight just soaks into her hair and she sits next to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as to
blue shoes and wear a blue hat Live in a blue house on a blue street In a blue town by a blue creek I write my blue songs with my blue pen I sing the blue