Your blue door, that I walked through before

First Sunday kiss - I could not resist

Well have you come to tell the truth

Are you tired of roaming too

Would you go around with me

Would you take me out at two or three

Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery

Surprise me and read between my lines





Three shades of red when I heard what you said

White knuckle road I'm going down

Would you go around with me

Would you take me out at two or three

Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery

Surprise me and read between my lines





Your blue door it won't let them in anymore

And wind blowing through your screen

The candle's burning clean

I'm not green

Would you go around with me

Would you take me out at two or three

Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery

Surprise me and read between my lines





Your blue door that I walk through once more

Your red ripe fruit - all hell breaks loose

Would you go around with me

Would you take me out at two or three

Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery

Surprise me and read between my lines