Goddamn, man-child
You fucked me so good that I almost said: I love you
Youre fun, and youre wild
But you dont know the half of the shit that you put me through
Your poetrys bad, and you blame the news
But I cant change that, and I cant change your mood
Ah-ah

Cause youre just a man
Its just what you do
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue
Yeah, youre just a man
All through and through
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue
Blue, blue, blue

Goddamn, man-child
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all
You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you
But I dont get bored, I just see you through
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
You

Cause you’re just a man
It’s just what you do
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue
Yeah, youre just a man
All through and through
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue
Blue, blue
You make me blue

Blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue