MISS BLUE

Miss Blue, I should have listened when you said, Miss Blue
“I will never love, one step above what you dream of, I’m afraid of”
And in its place a poker face, running in place at a frantic pace
A low neckline, a pickup line, the danger sign, I’m running blind
When love has been poisoned and it drips down the line
Love may be poison, but it’s still the cure that you must find
I have a dream, it’s not a plan, it’s just a dream
That you might someday understand in time:
Love doesn’t have to be a crime
I miss you, Miss Blue, Miss Blue I miss you
Miss Blue, I miss you, Miss Blue
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Miss Blue, why didn’t I hear you when you said, Miss Blue:
Every man you’ve known, from a broken home
Had a face of stone and a threatening tone
Though you took his name, it was all a game
You’re not ashamed and you bear no blame
But it’s still unknown why your comfort zone
Was a stepping stone to the twilight zone
When love has been poisoned and it drips down the line
Love may be poison, but it’s still the cure that you must find
I have a dream, it’s not a plan, it’s just a dream
That you might someday understand in time:
Love doesn’t have to be a crime
I miss you, Miss Blue, Miss Blue
I miss you, Miss Blue

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

MISS BLUE