My

sand-

pa-

per

sigh

En-

gra-

ves

a

line

In-

to

the

rust

of

your

tongue

Girl

I

could-

've

been

some-

one

To

you

Would

have

painted

the

skies

blue

Ba-

by

blue

If

you

knew

Ba-

by

blue

Ba-

by

blue

Ba-

by

blue

Ed-

ging

closer

You

swing

my

way

Girl

I've

got

no

chance

And

no-

thing

to

say

Girl

But

stay

Here

for

a

litt-

le

while

Ba-

by

blue

Ba-

by

blue

Ba-

by

blue

But

if

on-

ly

You

could

see

My

sha-

dow

cros-

sing

your

path

It

won't

be

the

last

Ba-

by

blue

You

are

my

ba-

by

You

are

my

ba-

by

Bob-

bing

on,

the

pro-

blem

On

the

pro-

blem,

on

the

throb-

bing

She

was

fal-

ling,

I

was

baw-

ling

But

I

was

stop-

ping,

she

was

throb-

bing