Sometimes, out of the blue, I have to talk to sis about you
She says, "what're you going to do"
Hell, if I knew I wouldn't feel so blue
So, I embrace that blue and add an S
Then, sing them like only Billie Holiday would nevertheless,
Greeting heartache.....Goodmorning...everyday
cold bed
use to be warm....awaken with my head on your chest
I'm still singing Billie....still singing indeed
Oh Loverman, Where Can You Be
The process of getting over you has me singing her blues
Maybe getting over you....getting over you
Is not what I'm supposed to do -Ms. Taylor-
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