Из альбома: Pop Music: The Early Years 1890-1950

Listen to my tale of woe
It’s terribly sad but true
All dressed up, no place to go Each evening I’m awfully blue
I must win some handsome guy
Can’t go on like this
I could blossom out I know
With somebody just like you. So Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good
Oh, lady, be good to me
I am so awfully misunderstood
So lady, be good to me Oh, please have some pity
I’m all-alone in this big city
I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me Oh, please have some pity
I’m all alone in this big city
I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me Oh lady be good to me

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