Perpetual Blues Machine

You had style, you had class

You had everything to make a love last

You had grace, you had charm

You had me hangin' on your arm

When I found out you were a fake

You rared up and bit me like a snake

And I wasn't ready to let go

And let all my feelings show

Tell me, why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're  a perpetual blues machine

We could have been just fine

If you'd have only been all mine

I was for real, but you did not know

That you were steppin' on my heart as you were walkin' out the door

Now I know just who you are

And it's a damn good thing we didn't get too far

I'm not the one that's right for you

You need a man to do your rollin' like what you want him to do

Baby, why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

Now you've gone and I'm glad

That we didn't let it get too bad

You know I tried to make it go

But there was just no way to tell you so

Tell me baby, why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

Tell me, why you wanna be so cold?

Why you wanna be so mean?

You've gone and let your true colors show

You're a perpetual blues machine

A perpetual blues machine