Blue Room

Blue Room
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Lorenz Hart (right)

All my future plans, dear, will suit your plans.
Read the little blueprints.
Here's your mother's room.
Here's your brother's room.
On the wall are two prints.
Here's the kiddies' room, here's the biddy's room,
Here's a pantry lined with shelves, dear.
Here I've planned for us, something grand for us,
Where we two can be ourselves, dear...

We'll have a blue room, a new room, for two room, where ev'ry day's a holiday
Because you're married to me.
Not like a ballroom, a small room, a hall room, where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee.

We will thrive on, keep alive on, just nothing but kisses,
With Mister and Missus on little blue chairs.
You sew your trousseau, and Robinson Crusoe is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs.

From all visitors and inquisitors we'll keep our apartment.
I won't change your plans; you arrange your plans just the way your heart meant.
Here we'll be ourselves and we'll see ourselves doing all the things we're scheming.
Here's a certain place, Cretonne curtain place, where no one can see us dreaming...

We'll have a blue room, a new room, for two room, where ev'ry day's a holiday
Because you're married to me.
Not like a ballroom, a small room, a hall room, where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee.

We will thrive on, keep alive on just nothing but kisses,
With Mister and Missus on little blue chairs.
You sew your trousseau, and Robinson Crusoe is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs...