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!
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!
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