Writers: Fats Waller/Andy Razaff
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--
That's when I was a novelty
Now, you've new friends in view,
You've found someone new,
And left me blue turning grey over you