| Well, I brought some pretty roses and a bottle of wine
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| To have the table ready for my baby to dine
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| Even bought a candle stick for candlelight glow
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| And wrote a little note to tell her I love her so
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| But what can I do?
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| I wish that I knew
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| For baby hasn’t coming
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| It’s a quarter to two
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| That’s why the blues I’ve got are the bluest
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| Yes the blues I’ve got, oh the bluest
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| I’ve got the bluest blues
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| Yes the blue, blue, bluest blues, blues
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| It used to be whenever we were having a date
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| She never never came as much as five minutes late
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| She always used to greet me with a kiss and a sigh
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| And everything was sweet until I kissed her goodbye
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| I wonder if she
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| Is tired of me
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| Or it is my imagination
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| Having a spree?
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| That’s why the blues I’ve got are the bluest
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| Yes the blues I’ve got, oh the bluest
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| I’ve got the bluest blues
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| Yes the blue, blue bluest blues, blues
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| So now the leaking seems to drip in the sink
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| And suddenly the radio is gone on the blink
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| It’s seems to me that everything is falling apart
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| And though it isn’t raining, there was rain in my heart
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| But just like a loon
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| That’s watching the moon
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| I’m sitting hoping, waiting
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| That my baby comes soon |