Uh, Oh!

She leans against the wall

Just half on the bed, half in light

Her touch, much smarter than the night

Oh oh, up when the night is spent

You're writing your blues on her skin

Her body tells her tales with scent

With its taste, with its touch

In the movement of her smile

Oh oh, all of the hell you've lived

Replacing those tales with the blues

She won't shed them, won't shed your blues

No matter how clever she tries

She won't wash her changes from her face

No matter how many tears she cries

Her body's sheer articulation

All the textured tales it tells

You'll replace them one by one

With the basic description of the blues

Her style won't go nowhere

It still shines right through

Forms a map on her flesh

But does her dark eyes lead you in?

Oh oh, each story you've lived through

Is written in blues on her skin

All the colors, deep in her stories

You can read from her face with your hands

All the endings, swimming in daylight

Will soon be replaced with each fingers trace

With stories of blues on her skin

She won't shed it, can't shed the skin

No matter how clever she tries

She won't wash the blues from her face

No matter how many tears she cries

All the curves that show in her stories

All her tales, subtle twists and turns

Will be colored in each cadence

With the basic inflection of the blues

She leans against the wall

Just half on the bed, half in light

Her touch, much smarter than the night

Oh oh, up when the night is spent

You're writing your blues on her skin

The intrigue you've learnt from daylight

All the words of bile you've heard

All the tricks you've gotten away with

Soon she won't lose what's clearly tattooed

It's written in blues on her skin, yeah, yeah