Mr. Blue 

Intro:
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Yah yah yah, yah yah yah, yah yah yah (repeat)

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Meet Mr. Blue, elegant Jew of New York City
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Ex-real estate man, sits on the can, always looks pretty
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And Miss Never-Say-Please, pink and white knees, favorite kitty
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Movie star queen fell off the screen, oh, what a pity

Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore
And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors
It's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more
With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys

Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes
Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet
But you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret
Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette
Meet Mr. Blue 

Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fall to, no one knows
Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go

Verse 1




by: Jos? Duarte