Hey Blue, Black All Night, I walk in the room.nI dream like tulip in a garden of gloomnGirls are jealous and boys are drawnnWhile she's leaving I'm already gonenA 100 Sigmund Freuds can't describe what I'm onnLike a kid who cries crazy when his mother is gonennI'm a sleepless soul awaken'Cause I can't take my mind off her pretty facennShe's so cool that she could walk right through menI'd tell a lie but she would see right through menWish I could fly and make it up to her treenShe's so cool that she could walk right through mennWhen she plays her flute it sounds so sweetnThe peasants bow down cause she's elitenShe's the reason why poets write their songnA demented love story that goes all wrongnI see her walking and loose controlnA blues man singing without a soulnnI'm asleep but so awaken'Cause I can't take my mind off her pretty facennShe's so cool that she could walk right through menI'd tell a lie but she would see right through menWish I could fly and make it up to her treenShe's so cool that she could walk right through me