Perpetual Blues Machine

You had style, you had class
 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 reared up and bit me like a snake
 And I was 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 gonna and let your true colors show
 You're a perpetual blues machine
 We could've been just fine
 If you'd have only been all mine
 I was for real, but you did not know
 That you were stepping on my heart
 As you were walking out the door
 Now I know who you are
 And it's a damn good thing we didn't get too far
 I'm not the one who'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 gonna 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 gonna 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 gonna and let your true colors show
 You're a perpetual blues machine, perpetual blues machine