Dance Hall Crashers – Mr. Blue

You`ve had all the breaks
Learning from your mom`s mistakes
Eating off your daddy`s plate
Spending all your wasted taste
You can`t see past your gate
Once I saw you dip your toe
Past the line at the end of the road
But frightened you came running home

Oh quit your whining
It`s so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you`re describing

You`ve had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you`d be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don`t forget you`re bored
And that`s your only problem
Times for you ain`t tough
Try showing them some gratitude

Oh quit your whining
It`s so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you`re describing

Hey there Mr Blue
I`m hurting just by listening to what you`ve been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Inside your white fence
The glass house you`ve created
Things are getting tense
Don`t feel appreciated
Glance out of your window
It looks like sun to me
But you just count the clouds
Sigh and beg for sympathy

Oh quit your whining
It`s so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you`re describing

Hey there Mr Blue
I`m hurting just by listening to what you`ve been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue

You could sit there forever
Blaming others but never
Allowing things to get better
I keep trying
Maybe I should just give up

Hey there Mr Blue
I`m hurting just by listening to what you`ve been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Oh quit your whining
It`s so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you`re describing

Hey there Mr Blue
I`m hurting just by listening to what you`ve been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue

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