Sophie B. Hawkins Follow

Blue you're always dancing in my hand

The way you toss your hips and things you've said (moving like an angel)

Gazing out my window on the bus (on Washington Square)

I saw New York crack a smile for us

Blue

I hope you like me too

I've been painting pictures on my wall of you

Blue I don't believe this is a tease

You could rule my world baby if you please

Skipping down the streets of Harlem

I hear your sweet soul calling me

If I could play the violin

I'd make a symphony in

Blue

I Hope you like me too

I've been painting pictures on my wall of you

Oh Blue Blue

Won't you come dance with me

There's a party in full swing right down the street

When you strut like an Italian Movie star

Taking your Cappuccinos into the park

Everybody wants to know who you are

Writing poetry until it gets dark

Dropping your dirty laundry off once a week

The delivery boys compete

But you never let them past the stoop

'Cause you know that you're the neighborhood scoop