girl: “I have a soft slow rhythm
cause in my being as it seems, there’s only blues and jazz,
I can’t find a good beat in myself to speed up the rhythm of my pace”
boy: “It makes sense,
but I’m an upbeat boy”
girl: “I don’t,
I’m just a blue girl
going by in life
skipping, skimming and rolling around.”
boy: "That's how you were made and that's how you are."
girl: "conceded just maybe, although I think nobody should be blue to the soul or bright
as the stars, just in the middle is fine".
boy: "That's why I like you, I guess"