Blueberry Queen
Your skin, so soft, wish I could wear it all day
Your heart, so big, wish it could pump through my veins
Out those windows is where I should be
Sippin' tea with my blueberry queen
Your eyes put sun on this pale old face
Your smile is the breeze running through my grays
Out those windows is where I should be
Sippin' tea with my blueberry queen
Writer/s: Thomas Giles Rogers
