Baby Blue

Don’t hold me down, another day
Six of the best words you could ever hear him say
A symphony fell from his lips
Compared to other tunes he’d knocked together quick

You hadn’t been any wider eyed
Or greener than the other girls you knew
Now you’re baby blue

You should be standing out
In peacock colours like you used to do, before
You were baby blue

Oooooooooooo

Nobody said, isn’t he sweet
I wish instead of meeting you that he’d met me
The girls say baby bound my dear
The boys say, well I never did
And I say come to tea on Tuesday

In peacock colours like you used to do before you were baby blue