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south beautiful - little blue lyrics

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you can’t write a novel from a briefcase,
you can write a poem from a trench,
you can dream a dream from a to b,
but you can’t catch a bus from a bench.

you don’t back a horse called striding snail,
you don’t name your boat t-tanic ii.
so why when i see your happy smiling face,
do i always end up singing little blue.

little blue, how do you do.
your smile looks like heaven,
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew.
little blue,
how can a flower so pretty,
be so laden down with dew.
little blue,
how can a flower so beautiful,
be so laden down with dew.
little blue.

you can’t build a brewery on a cemetary,
you can build a pub on a church,
and people fall quicker than buildings do,
you have to decide what comes first.

you don’t call a plane the flying roman,
’cause the romans always walked and never flew.
so why when i see your happy smiling face,
do i always end up singing little blue.

little blue, how do you do.
your smile looks like heaven,
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew.
little blue,
how can a flower so pretty,
be so laden down with dew.
little blue,

well bukowski wrote a story from a barstool,
and keats from the top af a hill.
so i’m going to save my special song for you,
from a grave where it’s quiet and it’s chill.

’cause there’s a queue of clouds -ssembled
on the horizon of your smile.
where most think that your holding back,
i know your holding bile.

little blue, how do you do.
your smile looks like heaven,
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew.
little blue,
how can a flower so pretty,
be so laden down with dew.
little blue,
how can a flower so beautiful,
be so laden down with dew.
little blue.

- south beautiful lyrics

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