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I am doubtful that your love is true
So if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mister Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin'
A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one should drop by
Yellow delanie would sleep well at night
And everything emptying into
Color me yellow,
For being afraid
Whoa yeah
Goodbye blue skies,
Color them gray
Whoa...
Color me green,
'Cause I don't now what to do
Color
. 

A simple garden, with acres of sky 
A Brown-haired dogmouse 
If one dropped by 
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night 
With everything emptying into
not for me

I don't mind the sky of blue
Or the honey clouds that wander by
When that orange thing comes through
I must look away or think I'll die
you
And when I open up my eyes
Will you be lying by my side?
Ooh baby (ooh baby) So baby
All I want is you

Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr
name

[Chorus]
And she wore
Petticoat white and summer sky blue
The sweetest little thing I ever ever knew
Petticoat white and summer sky blue
Sung by Mr. Black in an attic somewhere in suburbia 
When a solution comes, 
It's gonna breathe right down on everyone. 

When a solution comes
what you gonna do?
Film's no longer seem quite so red, white and blue
Oh! Mr. Disney how does it seem?
Your films are being shown in radiation green
people
Bedtime stories
Morning glory
Blue sky and the perfect life for you and me

White bread, black tie
Big boys don't cry
Ah ah ah, ah, ah
Put
expect me to believe the scene that you`re describing 

Hey there Mr Blue 
I`m hurting just by listening to what you`ve been through 
Poor baby,
Bring on the blue sky
Bring on blue sky
Bring on the blue sky
Bring on blue sky

You can fly in your dreams
Floating by the black and white scenery
bump and stared up at the sky singing
'Hold up! I like the way it sounds
Please Mr. DJ keep the record spinning round
Hold up! I like I like the way
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
the color of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
Blue was the color of the morning sky
He saw looking up from the ground
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
I remember sky
It was blue as ink
Or at least I think I remember sky

I remember snow
Soft as feathers, sharp as thumb tacks coming down like lint
the white sun has shown 
And I slip away
Down by the water
And I slip away
Down by the sea
Take love and give love
It's got to be free 

The old man
the flair, alas, I lack
Oh go on, try to versify and I'll versify back

Well, let me see now, cherry pies ought to be you
Autumn skies ought to be you
Mr
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times
Had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your crutches
Blue and white birds stop and hide
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times
Had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your crutches
Blue and white birds stop and hide
Old man sitting by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds
me down

In the skies over black Venice
I see eyes of a white menace
The surprise of the week
Is that I never heard the sound

All the L.A. women
Fall