It's a pretty color.

It's got lots of taste.

It makes you sad, makes you glad,

Makes you move about with haste.

Makes you look up in the sky and see

Things you think about normally.

But sometimes it makes you feel differently...

When you look into his eyes,

You can just be. You can be you,

You can be me, you can be just anybody,

But he's different.

He's ordinary and strange, exciting and different,

He makes you feel so strange.

Can it be that he's blue? Or is it just you?

Why is it that some people have that feeling,

Have that gift, that makes people just stop and look?

Makes your mind go reeling, makes you feel "took",

He's taken hold of your soul,

Captivation by the eyes... yes, he's blue.

He's blue.