Raindrops in Boston It's warm in Toledo There's blue in my red
Wine spoiliody Ginger is burning a hole in my head While I was sleeping She came to my room And borrowed my eyes How Could I know, what I think till I see, what I say?
I'm in a jam You're in a pickle We're in a stew
The airplane is coasting The pilot is sleeping there is nothing to do How will I know? Which way to go Who has the answers?
How could I know, what I think till I see what I say?
I'm in the mood for you I'm in the mood for you
I'm in a jam You're in a pickle We're in a stew
It's cold in the autumn It's warm in the freezer There's red in my blue
How will I know? Which way to go Who has the answers?
How could I know, what I think till I see what I say?