 Don't ask me why she said goodbye when baby dined at White Walls to caress over skyfall. Writing is like this my song. Don't ask me why she hesitated. Almost waited, waited room. Played it up in heaven soon. Soon I will see the king and he reminds me. Some get presents before they're even ready. I can see that she loves me. I know her heart is heavy. Telephone occasionation. Baby, help me testify. Well, you know I hate goodbye. Bye-bye blue. Somebody let the yellow in. Bye-bye blue.