When she sits, down Her piano Gives her a warm welcoming smile and When she begins Playing them chords Singing her songs everyone listens
Blossom fills the air with a rare perfume And everybody swings to all the things she sings
Changing her, mood She can be sad Making her blues lonely and lost In a midnight of nowhere And everyone starts feeling the same
She looks small when the spotlights hit her She sings tall and we're all gettin' bigger Soon the room seems to shrink and shiver Soon the moon will be here having dinner
Thirty two, bars never could say Everything I wanted to That is why songs of love 'ought to be Longer especially for people like Blossom Far longer yes much longer than this