Testo di Blue Blue

You got your long beat, small feet, seven mile You've got your legs in the basement And they're under the tiles You got small face, out of place, out of style You tend to bore me senseless, but stay for a while You got your blue, blue, it's up to you Your blue, blue, now, what you gonna do? You got your face wrong, don't be long, I'm waiting here Bring along your microphone or maybe a beer You got your blue, blue, it's up to you Your blue, blue, now, what you gonna do? You got your blue, blue, it's up to you Your blue, blue, now, what you gonna do?