Из альбома: Lady Sings the Blues

Love oh, love oh, careless love
You fly right to my head like wine
You’ve wrecked the life of many a gal
And you nearly wrecked the life of mine
If I was a little bird
I would fly from tree to tree
I’d build my nest up in the air
Where the bad boys couldn’t bother me Now I wear my apron high
Now I wear my apron high
Now I wear my apron high
And he never never passes by

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