My sandpaper sigh engraves a line Into the rust of your tongue Girl I could've been someone, to you Would have painted the skies blue Baby blue If you knew Baby blue Baby blue Baby blue Edging closer, you swing my way Girl I've got no chance And nothing to say Girl but stay here for a little while Baby blue Baby blue Baby blue But if only you could see My shadow crossing your path It won't be the last baby blue You are my baby You are my baby Bobbing on, the problem On the problem, on the throbbing She was falling, I was bawling But I was stopping, she was throbbing