So blue, so blue So blue, oh And from his rib an angel born as Eve Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Why do I cry at night still? Can't sleep without the Nyquil

I love to make her cry I still make her cry Love to make you cry But I still make her cry So I may be lonely Without you in my head All I ever wanted Was to be a different man But I still Make her cry