Heart-Popping Blues

To get the full effect, imagine that I am a blues singer and that I am being backed up (in parentheses) by the Blues Prophets. I fell in love With Lisa Moore     (da Da da dump) My heart popped out Upon the floor     (da Da da dump)       My knees grew weak       I had to sit     (da DaDa da dump) I couldn't breathe Not even a bit     (da Da da dump) I fell in love from my hat to my shoes       When she sang, a cappella,             Those lost mitten January blues!      (da da da   da da da  Da Da Da   DA DA DA   DUMP   Da daaaa) All right I didn't fall in love With Lisa Moore     (da Da da dump) And my heart didn't really Pop out on the floor     (da Da da dump)       I exaggerated       Perhaps just a bit     (da DaDa da dump) About weak knees And having to sit     (da Da da dump) What I fell for, hard and unrequiting,       Was not Lisa Moore             But Lisa Moore's writing.      (da da da   da da da  Da Da Da   DA DA DA   DUMP   Da daAaAaAa)