Fats Waller / Andy Razaf
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.