You should be a singer
I swear it's true
No-one could make them
Cry like you
Billie Holliday would pale beside you
Cos you sure got a way with the blues
See you around, dressed to thrill
Smile for me baby
If looks could kill
I bet your boyfriends don't have a clue
That you've sure got a way with the blues
Here I am
With my souvenirs
Standing in the wreckage of eight sweet years
I bet everything in your life must be brand new
Cos you've sure got a way with the blues
You should be a singer
I swear it's true
No-one could make them cry like you
Billie Holliday, Patsy Kline too
I bet even Bessie Smith would pale beside you
Cos you've sure got a way with the blues
Oooh, with the blues
(M. Greaves) You should be a singer I swear it's true No-one could make them Cry like you Billie Holliday would pale beside you Cos you sure got a way with the blues See you around, dressed to thrill Smile for me baby If looks could kill I bet your boyfriends don't have a clue That you've sure got a way with the blues Here I am With my souvenirs Standing in the wreckage of eight sweet years I bet everything in your life must be brand new Cos you've sure got a way with the blues You should be a singer I swear it's true No-one could make them cry like you Billie Holliday, Patsy Kline too I bet even Bessie Smith would pale beside you Cos you've sure got a way with the blues Oooh, with the blues Explain Request ×
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