Your Blue Door

Your blue door that I walked through before
 First Sunday kiss I could not resist
 Well, have you come to tell the truth?
 Are you tired of roaming too?
 Would you go around with me?
 Would you take me out at two or three?
 Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery?
 Surprise me and read between my lines
 Three shades of red when I heard what you said
 White knuckle road, I'm going down
 Would you go around with me?
 Would you kick me out at two or three?
 Would you lie to me with the cheapest [Incomprehensible] flattery?
 Surprise me and read between my lines
 Between my lines
 Your blue door, it won't let them in anymore
 And wind blowing through your screen
 The candle's burning clean
 I'm not green, I'm not green
 Would you go around with me?
 Would you take me out at two or three?
 Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery?
 Surprise me and read between my lines
 Your blue door that I walk through once more
 Your red ripe fruit, all hell breaks loose
 Would you go around with me?
 Would you kick me out at two or three?
 Would you lie to me? Will I be your favorite [Incomprehensible]?
 Surprise me and read between my lines
 Between my lines