Blue
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Blue
A smoked-filled room, a devil's moon, and you -
I stole a kiss, you promised me you would be true -
I slid my hand beneath your dress,
You bit my ear, we made a mess,
Now it is dawn - and you are gone -
And I am blue.
A smoked-filled room, a devil's moon, and you -
I stole a kiss, you promised me you would be true -
I slid my hand beneath your dress,
You bit my ear, we made a mess,
Now it is dawn - and you are gone -
And I am blue.