Just Cos' You Got The Blues Don't Mean You Gotta Sing

Your friends may see you crying
And ask you why you’re sad
They may think you’ve been lying
And peg you «Mr. Bad»
They think they’re being helpful
By offering good advice
You just do your best
Just trying to be nice
Just 'cause you got the blues
Don’t mean you gotta sing
Hey be yourself and do your thing
The moon goes down at midnight
Don’t mean the end of the day
You ring the phone don’t answer
Don’t mean she’s gone away
But tim just keeps on moving
And that’s one thing for sure
So babe just keep on grooving
You know you’ll walk no more
Just 'cause you got the blues
Don’t mean you gotta sing
Hey be yourself and do your thing