George Baker Collection - baby blue

She wrote me today

That she won't come back to stay

That she'd only comes to pick up her clothes

She wrote I must not cry

That her love for me has died

But she'd found somebody else, I suppose

Baby Blue, Baby Blue

Do you know that I'm still in love with you

Now I know that you won't be here no more

How I need you, how I want you Baby Blue

I know I must forget

All the good times we had