Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me

Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)

There are blues that you get from worry

There are blues that you get from pain

And there are blues when you're lonely

For your one and only

The blues you can never explain

There are bluest blues that you get from longing

But the bluest blues that be

Are the sort of blues that's on my mind

They're the very meanest kind

The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me

Blues that you get from longing

Longing the whole someone on you need

But the kind of blue that you always steps come from highring taxscad

Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me

Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me