Little Blue Lyrics - Singles - Beautiful South

(Heaton/Rotheray) 

You can't write a novel from a briefcase 

You can write a poem from a trench 

You can dream a dream from A to B 

But you can't catch a bus from a bench 

You don't back a horse called Striding Snail 

You don't name your boat Titanic II 

So why when I see your happy smiling face 

Do I always end up singing Little Blue 

Little Blue, how do you do 

Your smile looks like heaven 

but your eyes hold a storm about to brew 

Little Blue 

How can a flower so pretty 

be so laden down with dew 

Little Blue 

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How can a flower so beautiful 

be so laden down with dew 

Little Blue 

You can't build a brewery on a cemetery 

You can build a pub on a church 

And people fall quicker than buildings do 

You have to decide what comes first 

You don't call a plane the Flying Roman 

'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew 

So why when I see your happy smiling face 

Do I always end up singing Little Blue 

Little Blue, how do you do 

Your smile looks like heaven 

but your eyes hold a storm about to brew 

Little Blue 

How can a flower so pretty 

be so laden down with dew 

Little Blue 

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Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool 

And Keats from the top of a hill 

So I'm going to save my special song for you 

From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill 

'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled 

On the horizon of your smile 

When most think that you're holding back 

I know you're holding bile 

Little Blue, how do you do 

Your smile looks like heaven 

but your eyes hold a storm about to brew 

Little Blue 

How can a flower so pretty 

be so laden down with dew 

Little Blue 

How can a flower so beautiful 

be so laden down with dew 

Little Blue