Once in a blue moon there’s a blue sky.
I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite.
Hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies
and then the tears pour out of my blue eyes.
If it’s your birthday, we’ll bake a blue cake
and then we’ll eat it off these blue plates.
‘cause kid I don’t know much about you,
but I like you because you’re true blue.
Yeah, I don’t know much about you,
but I like you ‘cause you’re true blue.

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