Perpetual Blues Machine

You had style, you had class

You had everything to make a love last

You had grace, you had charm

You had me hanging on your arm

When I found out you were a fake

You ran up and bit me like a snake

And I wasn't ready to let go

And let all my feelings show

Tell me why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

We could've been just fine

If you had only been all mine

I was for real but you did not know

That you were steppin' on my heart

As you were walking out the door

Now I know just who you are

And it's a damn good thing we didn't get too far

I'm not the one that's right for you

You need a man to do your rolling

Like you want him to do

Baby why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

Now you've gone and

I'm gladThat we didn't let it get too bad

You know I tried to make it go

But there was just no way to tell you so

Baby why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

Tell me why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

Perpetual blues machine