Q BLUE

She gets on with life as it is She's a little kind of girl She likes dreaming on Sundays She likes tripping through the week She's in her own type of hell She likes to contemplate lovers She don't know what to do now But when she starts to daydream Her mind turns straight to blue, blue, blue, blue, yeah If you just don't know about heaven above you with your eyes staring back at me yeah If you just don't know if you're really in love and if your heart can really see Can really see yeah But she thinks his eyes make her love worthwhile Why it's so hard for her to decide Who she loves, more now My eyes are blue She likes to use words like cocaine now She don't know what to do yeah But if she stops her talking Her mind turns straight to blue, blue, blue, blue, yeah If you just don't know about heaven above you With your eyes staring back at me yeah You just don't know if you're really in love And if your heart can really see Can really see Can really see She likes to contemplate lovers She don't know what to do yeah But when she starts to daydream Her mind turns straight to blue Blue, blue Sometimes I look at her And I look into her eyes And I know she can't disguise Sing it out girl Sing it out girl Sing it out girl She likes to contemplate She likes to contemplate She likes to contemplate Yeah ,yeah, yeah,yeah