Kiss Me Deadly

«The night is mighty chilly, and conversation seems pretty silly/ I feel so mean and wrought, I'd rather have the blues than what I've got./ The room is dark and gloomy, you don't know what you're doing to me/ The way it has got me caught, I'd rather have the blues than what I've got/ All night, I walk the city, watching the people go by. I try to sing a little ditty, but all that comes out is a sigh/ The street looks very frightening, the rain begins and then comes lightning. It seems love's gone to pot, I'd rather have the blues than what I've got ... »