. . .does it look all wrong, what kind of heartache am I slipping on?
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ah, motivation behind the song? . . . another man, the wrong type, AGAIN!
Oh Mama, did you say he’d break my heart
I know that I shouldn’t start
But why do I want him like I do
Oh mama, oh does it look all wrong
What kind of heartache am I slipping on,
Trying on a new shade of blue
And Mama, I don’t want to fall in love
But his arms they fit me like a glove
It feels so right, what am I to do?
And I know, only time will tell,
if this is a color I wear well
I’m trying on a new shade of blue
How does it go with these crying eyes
Am I a blue work of art
Is there a chance that it could disguise
A broken, bleeding heart
Oh yes, it’s just a different shade
of the same old mess I’ve always made
I’m trying on a new shade of blue
