Song Description
Soft romantic and whistful
with a smokey jazz flavor about a struggling relationship.
| Song Length |
4:18 |
Genre |
Jazz - Classic, Jazz - Lounge |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Heartbreaking, Charming |
Subject |
Lost Love, Breaking Up |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1920 - 1929 |
Lyrics
Been singing the blues,
But I don't wanna sing them no more.
But here come the blues
'Cause ya haven't been knocking at my door.
I'm blue every day
And there's too many clouds in my sky.
But they're here to stay
'Cause you're only a fleeting butterfly.
(Chorus)
Now I am being true
If ya only knew
How I'm missing you
Now our love is through,
Watcha gonna do?
Baby, are ya blue?
I gave you my heart and soul,
And treated you just like a king.
And you're gonna see
The other side isn't so green.
So what do ya say?
Those pretty girls just ain't your style.
Please, baby, come home
To the one who can always make you smile