Perpetual Blues Machine

You had style, you had cla*s You had everything to make a love last You had grace, you had charm You had me hanging on your arm When I found out you were a fake You ran 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've been just fine If you had only been all mine I was for real but you did not know That you were steppin' on my heart As you were walking 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 rolling Like 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 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 Perpetual blues machine