Baby Blue

Baby Blue

Mediterranean soulful folk.
Baby, baby, baby blue,
Angels that come, my baby that flew,
Bruised, oh bruised my golf ball heart,
angels that rise, my baby departs.

And fortune says, you own a ship,
where virgins cry and lone sailors weep,
you built a boat without a sea,
my baby is lonesome, my baby don't sing.

Baby, baby, baby blue,
Kiss some who are old, kiss some who are new,
your kiss, your kiss was just a tool,
to make the bed warmer, to make the bed true.
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