You won’t know what love is until you hear the blues,
‘Cause that love you love to talk about, baby,
That’s old news.
You see, it’s not about holding hands
And it’s not about the kisses
And it’s not about making plans
To be somebody’s Mrs.
You will never know what absolute bliss is
Until your heart dances to the subtle romances
In the notes and cues
Of blues.