I'd rather be blue, thinkin of you, . . . than happy with s-o-m-e-b-o-d-y else. I think Fanny Brice may have messed some people up there. But love can be confusing. Sort of like the spring we're having. One day you're blissed out on the lawn, and the next it's chilly and your market umbrella is up a tree. Who knew the wind would rage while we were sleeping? So today, I'd rather be blue. Savin' pink for tomorrow. . . .
Jazzy blues, moody blues. . . .
Who says blues can't be cheery?
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