She gives me the beautiful blues.
Damn her picture-perfect smile and her tender lips,
the way she walks away and her hair between my finger tips.
She is my angel, who brings me light and death all in one kiss.
Now she's gone, wondered on, and she tells me boy don't reminisce.
She gives me the beautiful blues.
The kind that hurts and yet you keeping hanging on.
For your dear life, for the day you take the queen with the pawn.
After all this time, my ship never really sailed out of her dock.
Hers is gone, into the sunset, swiftly with the destiny winds that hold no bound.
She give me the beautiful blues.
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