She concerns herself with finer matters
But don't come around when you hear the glasses shatter
She hates to see the portraits of herself
So just leave the room when she knocks them off the shelf
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
She drinks whiskey from a decanter
Don't be the one to ask the questions she can't answer
She enjoys the quotes of Winston Churchill
Don't be the man around to make her feelings spill
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
Blue to gray, better call for rain
Blue to gray, happens more than she'd like to say
Blue to gray, better call for rain
Blue to gray, happens more than she'd like to say
She concerns herself with finer matters
But don't come around when you hear the glasses shatter
She hates to see the portraits of herself
So just leave the room when she knocks them off the shelf
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray
Believe me when I say, I hate when her eyes turn blue to gray