Baby blue, you know, the though of you
Baby blue, it crossed my mind like something you should never do
And if I leave this place right now, will you promise me to stay?
Girl, your love’s getting in my way.
And if you go, you’ll hear no word from me
And if you make it quick, this thing won’t stick, not long enough, so
set me free.
The town is overshadowed, the music won’t play
‘Cause your love’s getting in my way.
This is no time for wearing gloves,
The weather’s fair to sail.
The traffic doesn’t bother me
It feels like everything’s ok…
It must be your love getting in my way,
Girl, your love’s getting in my way
Your love’s getting in my way.
Music & Lyrics: Lata Gouveia
Date written: May 2009