Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

Don't be cruel to who a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of You know I can be found Sitting home all alone If you can't come around At least please telephone Baby, if I made you mad For something I might have

I don't care about nobody but you Girl you so special, I might be disrespectful Girl you so special, we so disrespectful Girl you can call my phone and four in the morning Girl you can come with me to her favorite diner Boy you can ride shotgun every

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,