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Lyrics for 'Little Blue' by 'Beautiful South'
(heaton/rotheray)
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 Titanic 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 Pretty
Be So Laden Down With Dew
Little Blue
You Can't Build A Brewery On A Cemetery
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 Of 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 Assembled
On The Horizon Of Your Smile
When Most Think That You're Holding Back
I Know You're 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 Pretty
Be So Laden Down With Dew
Little Blue
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