Meet Mr. Blue

Meet Mr. Blue
Elegant Jew of New York City
Ex-real estate man sits on the can
Always looks pretty

Miss never say please
Pink and white knees, his favourite kitty
Closed-circuit queen fell off the screen
Oh, what a pity

Diamonds and things
Shiners and dings
You powder-puff whore
And a backgammon king
Having a fling behind locked doors

Sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe
No, no, never no more
Pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs
Escaping the boys

Straighten your hair
Powder your nose
You little junkettes
Oh, 'cause down on the street
Nobody knows about you yet

Pink as a rose pinned to your clothes
Oh, how I regret
Should your show come to a close
As a vignette

Shooting stars
They have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fell to
No one knows

Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself
Up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go

Meet Mr. Blue
Elegant Jew of New York City
Ex-real estate man sits on the can
Always looks pretty

Miss never-say-please
Pink and white knees, his favorite kitty
Closed-circuit queen fell off the screen
Oh, what a pity

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da

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Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da

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Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da