My tattooed babe is blue.
The world to him was a hullabaloo.

I try to sweep in, my sparrow blue,
But my baby withdrew

As quick as morning dew.
He's unwilling to unscrew

To open and trust.
And for me that's a must,

A concept he can't cusp,
Pick up or even make up.

My babe is blue
While he asks for twos,

Smoking his problems
Singing the blues.

My baby is blue indeed,
Playing guitar, my Lou reed.

But can’t he see?
My love for him is true,

It’s true.

And don’t you leave me feeling
Blue by you.