As a man I ain’t never been much for sunny days
I’m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
But when the color goes out of my eyes, it’s usually the change
But damn Sam I love a woman that rains
As a man I’ve never been much for talking to
I’m as open as the door in her house that leads to her room
And when the color goes out of my eyes, she’s usually too
But damn Sam I love a woman that’s blue
I’m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strangeBut when the color goes out of my eyes, it’s usually the change
But damn Sam I love a woman that rains
well I'm won over - "But damn Sam I love a woman that’s blue"
and I thought the first time was "a woman that reads" but rains is fine, is lovely.
"she's usually too -" oh--
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