Blue Turning Grey Over You

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 gray over you. You used to be So good to me, That's when I was a novelty. Now, you've new friends in view, You've found someone new, And left me blue turning gray over you. --- Blue Turning Grey Over You - Putte Wickman