We'll have a blue room A new room for two room Where ev'ry day's a holiday Because you're married to me. Not like a ballroom A small room, A hall room
Překlad: Ray Charles. Modrý pokoj.
No one to tell my troubles to I've got no one, to sigh to, no one to hold me Tight No one to cheer me when I'm blue When I go home to my lonely room
this weekday room. Been talkin' to the shadows One o'clock 'til four An' Lord how slow the moments go When all ya do is pour Black coffee a?¦ Since the blues
stains out Congress, ah yes, I'm fuckin' with the best blondes Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex Raquel is wrestling a prom dress While me and Ray Charles
