(M. Greaves)      You should be a singer   I swear it's true   No-one could make them   Cry like you   Billie Holliday would pale beside you   Cos you sure got a way with the blues      See you around, dressed to thrill   Smile for me baby   If looks could kill   I bet your boyfriends don't have a clue   That you've sure got a way with the blues      Here I am   With my souvenirs   Standing in the wreckage of eight sweet years   I bet everything in your life must be brand new   Cos you've sure got a way with the blues      You should be a singer   I swear it's true   No-one could make them cry like you   Billie Holliday, Patsy Kline too   I bet even Bessie Smith would pale beside you   Cos you've sure got a way with the blues   Oooh, with the blues