(M. Greaves) You should be a singer I swear it's true No-one could make them Cry like you Billie Holliday would pale beside you Cos you sure got a way with the blues See you around, dressed to thrill Smile for me baby If looks could kill I bet your boyfriends don't have a clue That you've sure got a way with the blues Here I am With my souvenirs Standing in the wreckage of eight sweet years I bet everything in your life must be brand new Cos you've sure got a way with the blues You should be a singer I swear it's true No-one could make them cry like you Billie Holliday, Patsy Kline too I bet even Bessie Smith would pale beside you Cos you've sure got a way with the blues Oooh, with the blues