Из альбома: Swing Around Rosie
It’s late
And I’m stuck with a heart
That is comin' apart
At the seams!
I hate
To be givin' the game up Oh but life is a frame-up
Of dreams!
I miss my baby so much
Guess I’ve got a touch of the blues!
I find
That I’m sharin' a rut
With some gloom you could cut
With a knife!
My mind
Isn’t walkin' in glory
But such is the story
Of life!
I miss my baby so much
Guess I’ve got a touch of the blues!
I’m tired of horoscopin'
Wish the door would open
Bring me a wild surprise!
I wish the coast were clear now
Wish that he were here now
Lookin' up through half-close eyes!
It’s strange
How a world goes contrary
With one temporary
Goodbye!
One change
And I’m makin' up rhymes
Wonderin' how many times
Can I die?
I miss my baby so much
Guess I’ve got a touch of the blues!
It’s late
And I’m stuck with a heart
That is comin' apart
At the seams!
I hate
To be givin' the game up But life is a frame-up
Of dreams!
I miss my baby so much
Guess I’ve got a touch o' the blues!
I got a touch
Guess I’ve got a touch o' the blues!