The Blues

Sitting at the jukebox Crying in the jook joint Playing every sad song 'Cause my heart beats for you, boy Whiskey on your lips Now fills my cup But empties my soul I just can't get enough of the Drama Toxic But I love your nonsense I hate my conscience She's right but I'm blinded By you I just can't see through Don't know what to do You give me the blues I'm sick over you You give me the blues Don't know what to do You give me the blues I'm sick over you You give me the blues Don't know what to do Oooh, Mama warned me She said 'girl, run... He's got a gun And he'll shoot you with love' Pierced me in my soul Ricocheted my heart Brain moving slow And my life fell apart Everything just stopped... Stop Let it play I spend most days thinkin' 'bout The old days spent with you Don't know what to do Oooh oooh You give me the blues I'm sick over you, you You give me the blues Don't know what to do You give me the blues I'm sick about you, baby You give me the blues Don't know what to do, baby Blues Blues You give me the blues, baby Baby