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Blues For My Man
I don’t wear
A gardenia in my hair.
But baby,
I still sing the blues.
Thank you for the heartache,
And a special thanks, for the attitude.
When you first laid eyes on me
You were like Billie Dee
(And I Miss Ross)
Swooning for your dizzy charms
So thank you for that sweet gesture.
(short and sweet)
And thank you very much for my song.
How could I ever resist,
Your honey suckle kiss,
Tumbling down my bare spine?
(you know I loved it when you kissed me there)
Baby, thank you for those tears I cried.
And thank you for the dry bitter wine.
Good morning heartache
Hear I go again
Good morning heartache
Can’t no other song spin
Me and Billy got this thing
And it’s more than the swing that I do when I hear her croon.
“I cried for you” She sings!
And baby,
I cry for you.
Finally someone gave me something to pout about,
Something to shout about
Something to wail out loud about!
You put the b flat
In my tune
So thank you for the heartache,
Yes, I thank you for the heartache!
I said, I love you for the heartache!
And a special thanks for my new attitude.
Can’t you hear me singing the blues?
All of me
Singing the blues,
Why not take all of me
Singing the blues?
Can’t you see
Blue.
I’m no good without you…?
By Ayesha K. Faines Copyright 2010
