Shades blue, black or white, I walk in the room.

A dream like tulupe in a garden of gloom

Girls are jealous and boys are drawn

While she's leaving I'm already gone

A 100 Sigmond Freuds can't describe what I'm on

Like a kid who cries crazy when his mother is gone



I'm a sleepless soul awake

Cause I can't take my mind off her pretty face



She's so cool that she could walk right through me

I'd tell a lie but she would see right through me

Wish I could fly and make it up to her tree

She's so cool that she could walk right through me



When she plays her flute it sounds so sweet

The peasants bow down cause she's elite

She's the reason why poets write their song

A demented love story that's gone all wrong

I see her walking and loose control

A blues man singing without a soul



I'm asleep but so awake

Cause I can't take my mind off her pretty face



She's so cool that she could walk right through me

I'd tell a lie but she would see right through me

Wish I could fly and make it up to her tree

She's so cool that she could walk right through me