Fats waller / andy razaf
Gee, how I miss
Your tender kiss,
And the wonderful things we would do.
Now I run my hands
Through silvery strands--
You left me blue turning grey over you.
You used to be
So good to me--
Thats when I was a novelty.
Now, youve new friends in view,
Youve found someone new,
And left me blue turning grey over you.