Zaterdag 17 november 1990
Used To Be
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Used To Be
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Vrijdag 16 november 1990
Draumur Um Nínu
Draumur Um Nínu
Composer(s): Eyjólfur Kristjánsson
First performance by: Stefán & Eyfi - 1991
Núna ertu hjá mér, Nína
Strýkur mér um vangann, Nína
Ó... haltu í höndina á mér, Nína
Því þú veist að ég mun aldrei aftur
Ég mun aldrei, aldrei aftur
Aldrei aftur eiga stund með þér
Það er sárt að sakna, einhvers
Lífið heldur áfram, til hvers?
Ég vil ekki vakna, frá þér
Því ég veit að þú munt aldrei aftur
Þú munt aldrei, aldrei aftur
Aldrei aftur strjúka vanga minn
Þegar þú í draumum mínum birtist allt er ljúft og gott
Og ég vildi ég gæti sofið heila öld
Því að nóttin veitir aðeins skamma stund með þér
Er ég vakna, Nína – þú ert ekki lengur hér
Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér
Dagurinn er eilífð, án þín
Kvöldið kalt og tómlegt, án þín
Er nóttin kemur fer ég, til þín
Þegar þú í draumum mínum birtist allt er ljúft og gott
Og ég vildi ég gæti sofið heila öld
Því að nóttin veitir aðeins skamma stund með þér
Er ég vakna – Nína, þú ert ekki lengur hér
Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér
Er ég vakna – ó... Nína, þú ert ekki lengur hér
Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér
Vrijdag 16 november 1990
Use Ta Be My Girl
Use Ta Be My Girl
Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff
Performer(s): The O'Jays; Garnett Silk
Good lovin', the girl's got plenty good lovin'
Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
She used to be my girl
I respect her
When she was mine, I used to neglect her
She wanted more than I could give
But as long as I live
She'll be my girl, she, she used to be my girl
She used to be my girl
She had a charming personality
The girl was so right for me
She's my girl
And if I had the chance I'd take her back
As a matter of fact, right away, like today
Not only good lookin', the girl was so smart, you can't beat her cookin'
Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
She used to be my girl
Deep down inside I still love her
I place no one above her
She's warm and sensitive
For as long as I live she'll be my girl
If I had the chance I'd take her back
As a matter of fact right away like today
Good lovin', the girl's got plenty good lovin'
Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
She used to be my girl, my girl
She used to be, used to be my girl
She used to be my girl
I wouldn't lie about a thing like that
She used to be my girl
She used to be my girl
I know you don't believe me
She used to be my girl
She used to be my girl
All mine
All mine
She used to be my girl
She used to be my girl
Fade
Donderdag 15 november 1990
Something Tells Me
Something Tells Me
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Harry Warren - Charles Dunn
Performer(s): Fats Waller
and multiple other artists
Haven't read it in your eyes
Haven't heard it in your sighs
Couldn't tell you why it's so
Nevertheless, I only know....
Something tells me I'm falling in love
Something tells me you're sent from above
Not the stars or the man in the moon
Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain
Something tells me my waiting is through
I hope something is telling you too
Something whispers that we'll never part
And something tells me it's my heart
Must have been so all the time
Must have known that you'd be mine
You were bound to come to me
How I behaved was plain to see
Something tells me I'm falling in love
Something tells me you're sent from above
Not the stars or the man in the moon
Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain
Something tells me my waiting is through
I hope something is telling you too
Something whispers that we'll never part
And something tells me it's my heart
Donderdag 15 november 1990
Usignolo
Usignolo
Composer(s): Martelli; Castellani; Concina
Performer(s): Claudio Villa; Giorgio Consolini
Quando cantavi alla vita
Un usignolo eri tu
Per me, per me, per me
Ma la tua voce è cambiata
Più non mi parla d'amor
Per te, per te, per te
Usignolo
Ma come sa di pianto la tua voce
Mi dice il cuore che non trovi pace
Mi dice il cuore che non sei felice
Usignolo
La tua canzone nasce da un sospiro
L'amore che tu vivi è tanta amaro
Sei prigioniero in una gabbia d'oro
L'oro ha fermato il tuo volo
E t'ha spezzato le ali
Nella tua voce v'è il pianto
O mio usignolo
Usignolo
Per sempre spengo un sogno nel mio cuore
Io che innalzavo già per te un altare
Coi fior di campo del mio grande amore
Usignolo
Usignolo
Woensdag 14 november 1990
As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By
As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By
Composer(s): George Formby
Performer(s): George Formby
He loved her and she loved him but her chance is mighty slim
Of ever getting married to her man
They’ve been courting years and years and fixed the wedding day
She was two hours early and he was six months late
All day for him she’ll cry, her eyes are never dry
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
She’ll talk about a week, she stands there ankle deep
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
She’ s bought real posh underwear and said the maiden’ s prayer
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
The twin bed by her side is still unoccupied
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
Each night no hope at all, her face turned to the wall
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
She complains its so unjust, her trousseau full of dust
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
How she sighs and sighs and sighs, quite an outsize size in size
She seems to miss the things she’s never had
When he said goodbye-ye he kissed her on the mat
That only set her longing for something more than that
Where they used to meet, she stands and gets cold feet
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
She says she’s taken root, it’s growing through her boot
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
There’s a wart upon her nose, good gracious how it grows
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
Her age is twenty three, that’s all she means to me
She’s making baby clothes, and says one never knows
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
Oh she’ll never know for sure, what God made husbands for
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
Woensdag 14 november 1990
Usted Abusó (Voçe Abusó)
Usted Abusó (Voçe Abusó)
Composer(s): A.C. Jocafi; P.A.C. Marques
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
perdone usted
que tanto insista en éste tema
pero no se hacer peoma ni canción
que no hable de otra cosa que no sea amor
si la simpleza de mis versos
pueda herir al intelecto
que no use el corazón
como expresión
usted abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó
encuentro injusto
y muy normal el desamor
que sufrir tanto es de mal gusto aunque no sé
si es por vulgar o onfantil que fracasó mi amor
si la simpleza de mis versos
pueda herir al intelecto
que no use el corazón
como expresión
usted abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó
Dinsdag 13 november 1990
Sunbathin' In The Park
Sunbathin' In The Park
Performer(s): George Formby
Don't think I'm walking all round the world.
I've got the sunbathe craze
I first do my back and when that's nicely fried
Then I turn round and I do t'other side
A girl said today as I laid on the green
I was the sweetest worm she'd ever seen
When I'm sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes down
From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
"That's not freckles" people shout, "it's the measles breaking out"
When I’m sunbathing in the park
I’m sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes, down
From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
I get sunburnt nice and strong all around my om bon pong
When I'm sunbathing in the park
I fry and frizzle and fizzle all day like a poached egg on toast
When the sun shines through my little short vest
It's so hot it scorches my family crest
One day last week I got caught on the hop
A tramp on my chest started grilling a chop
When I was sunbathing in the park every morning till the sun goes down
From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
I get sunburnt scorched and tanned all around my no-man's land
When I'm sunbathing in the park
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
And the birds from every tree leave their visiting cards on me
When I'm sunbathing in the park
Dinsdag 13 november 1990
Utah, We Love Thee
Utah, We Love Thee
Composer(s): Evan Stephens
Land of the mountains high
Utah, we love thee!
Land of the sunny sky
Utah, we love the!
Far in the glorious West
Throned on the mountain's crest
In robes of statehood dressed
Utah, we love thee!
Columbia's newest star
Utah, we love the!
Thy lustre shines afar
Utah, we love thee!
Bright in our banner's blue
Among her sisters true
She proudly comes to view
Utah, we love thee!
Land of the Pioneers
Utah, we love thee!
Grow with the coming years
Utah, we love thee!
With wealth and peace in store
To fame and glory soar
Godguarded evermore
Utah, we love thee!
Maandag 12 november 1990
Something Stupid
Something Stupid
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
First release by: Carson and Gaile - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)
I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"
("I love you, I love you ...")
Maandag 12 november 1990
Utan Dej, Mitt Liv Går Vidare
Utan Dej, Mitt Liv Går Vidare
English Title: Without You, My Life Goes On
Composer(s): H. Veigel; D. Zimmerman
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
Att jag måste ensam gå
Utan dej, utan dej
Allt vad vi sagt
Allt vad vi gjort är en saga idag
En saga som blev sanning en gång
Jag var så kär och ännu är
Men vad hjälper det nu
När du har lämnat mej här?
Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
Att jag måste ensam gå
Utan dej, utan dej
Himlen är grå
När jag nu står och ser upp mot den sky
Som fylldes utav stjärnor en kväll
Brevet du skrev har jag nu slängt
Ty det gjorde så ont
Att läsa att allt var slut
Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
Att jag måste ensam gå
Utan dej, utan dej
Zondag 11 november 1990
Qualche Stupido
Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo"
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
Performer(s): Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)
Difficile trovare la maniera di passare la serata con te
Supponi per esempio ce ne andassimo a ballare lo sai bene com'è
Insieme finiremmo per cercare un posto quieto per nasconderci
Inevitabilmente finirei con qualche stupido "Ti amo"
E lo so già finiresti col reagire perlomeno risentendoti
Pensando non sia altro che una frase tra le tante che si dicono
Rimurgino le parole estremamente intelligenti come piacciono a me
E aspetto che la sera mi procuri l'atmosfera per offrirle a te
Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo
Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"
Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo
Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"
"Ti amo"
"Ti amo"
Zondag 11 november 1990
Utile
Utile
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc;
Florence Davis; Juliette Gréco
"A quoi sert une chanson
Si elle est désarmée?"
Me disaient des chiliens
Bras ouverts, poings serrés
Comme une langue ancienne
Qu'on voudrait massacrer
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à rêver
Comme la lune fidèle
A n'importe quel quartier
Je veux être utile
À ceux qui m'ont aimé
À ceux qui m'aimeront
Et à ceux qui m'aimaient
Je veux être utile
À vivre et á chanter
Dans n'importe quel quartier
D'une lune perdue
Même si les maitres parlent
Et qu'on ne m'entend plus
Même si c'est moi qui chante
À n'importe quel coin de rue
Je veux être utile
À vivre et á rever
À quoi sert une chanson
Si elle est désarmée?
Zaterdag 10 november 1990
Fri?
Fri?
Composer(s): Kim Engblom - Tina Krause - Janne Engblom - Stina Engblom
First performance by: Beat - 1990
Oo yeah...
Fri, om jag frågar dig, säger du ej nej
Frihet har vi väl
Men, om du frågar mig, vad vår frihet är
Svarar jag så här
Fri, vem av oss är fri?
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Säg, varför dessa krav
Vad gör mig så svag för ditt yttre skal?
Vem ger behoven fart?
Vem gör mig till slav under all reklam?
Fri, vem av oss är fri?
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Whoa... vem av oss är fri?
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Fri, vem av oss är fri?
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Fri?
Zaterdag 10 november 1990
Utopia
Utopia
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Je chanterai le nouveau monde
Né de la zone et de l'ordure
En ces temps-là vos belles actions
Passaient toujours par l'écriture
Vous vous gaviez de projections
De projects sérieux, de futur
Pendant que l'ordre et la répression
Vous alignaient contre un mur
Vous ronronniez pour le vieux monde
Dans l'opposition objective
Respectant la règle et la ronde
Dans vos manchettes maladives
Ça sentait le médicament
La frustration et le soumis
Ça puait déjà l'électron
Le temps qui passe à crédit
Des technocrates maigrichons
Vous prédisaient des jours meilleurs
Des aurores de l'expansion
A la sournoise nuit des chomeurs
Vous faisiez du lard aux ceintures
Les pancartes au bout des bras mous
Faisaient des cercles dans l'ordure
Ou vous vous traîniez à genoux
Les barbares, qui montraient leurs crocs
Aux barrières des périphériques
Ricanaient, remplaçant vos mots
Par des cris de guerriers celtiques
Vous en aviez froid dans le dos
Bien qu'expliquant ce phénomène
Vous essayiez de rentrer tôt
Détestant les milices urbaines
Vous nous regardiez en ces temps
Inventer une autres musique
Faite de violence et de sang
D'ignorance et de prophétique
Votre raison vous pesait lourd
Dans vos masochistes partouzes
Dans vos dérisoires amours
Votre révolte et vos ventouses
La petite gauche vivotait
Frileuse comme une alouette
Vos bars, vos fêtes, vos congrès
Vos chanteurs, vos peintres, vos poètes
Votre raison, votre droiture
Vos illusions, vos habitudes
Vos soumissions, votre culture
Vos ambitions, vos certitudes
Cette lucidité bidon
Qui remplaçait si bien les tripes
Etait sinistre et sans passion
Et militante et castratrice
Elle vous bloquait le creux des reins
Comme un calcul diabétique
Elle vous laissait sur votre faim
De bien nourris et d'asthmatiques
Nous rêvons d'une autre planète
En ce futur, t'en souvient-tu?
Nous tirons des plans à facettes
Vers des comètes disparues
Nous installons nos mines d'or
Sur des podiums itinérants
Ou nous jouons toujours très fort
De la guitare, et du vent
Nous pressentons une cassure
Une crevasse nette et sanglante
Une balafre dans l'azur
Un cran d'arrêt dans le silence
Une fissure dans le certain
Une embolie dans la finance
Un détonateur dans la main
Un embarras dans la nuance
Nous vivons au ras des pavés
N'ayant jamais connu la plage
Et jamais le roi des étés
Ne s'est inscrit au paysage
Nous avons la haine au profond
Une haine fondamentale
De la hiérarchie et des cons
Du quotidien et du fatal
Vrijdag 9 november 1990
Something Sort Of Grandish
Something Sort Of Grandish
Composer(s): Burton Lane - E.Y. Harburg
Performer(s): David Wayne & Ella Logan
and multiple other artists
Petula:
Is it a warmish, kind of glowish, kind of peculiarish sensation?
Tommy:
Oh no, it's sort of a shimmerish kind of quimmerish, flibbery-gibberish sensation
Petula: Does it make you feel humming birds in your heart?
Tommy: Butterflies in me feet
Petula: And bees in your bonnet
Tommy: Stars in me britches
Petula: Does it make you want to dance?
Tommy: I hadn't noticed
Petula: And sing?
Tommy: Oh, it does, it does....
Tommy:
Something sweet
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul
When thou art near
My heart feels so sugar candish
My head feels so ginger beer
Something so dareish
So I don't careish
Stirs me from limb to limb
It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish
To have such an amorish, glamorish dish
We could be, oh, so bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue
Life could be so love in bloomish
If my ishes could come true
Petula:
Thou art sweet
Thou art sort of grandish
Thou outlandish cavalier
From now on, we're hand in handish
Romeo
Tommy:
And Guinevere
Thou'rt so adorish
Toujours l'amourish
I'm so cherchez la femme
Petula:
Why should I vanquish
Relinquish, resish
Tommy:
When I simply relish this hellish condish
I might be manish or mouseish
I might be a fowl or fish
But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish
Please accept my propasish
Both:
You're under my skinish
So please be give-inish
Or it's the beginish of the finish of me
-----
Reprise:
Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
You can have anything that's made in fairyland
There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish toys and magic tricks
Electrish trains and basket ballish
Mintish drops and licorice stick
Life will be keenish all halloweenish
And jelly beanish too
With ice-cream, and cakish
And soda to sup
And no bellyacheish
To wakeish you up
There will be such delicious dishes
And will end to this daffyish plot
We will go from wretch to riches
When we'll find that goldish pot
There will be chocolate castish
With hot-dogs, and mustish
But cheers! ev'rybodysh
Must fastish come trough
-----
Vrijdag 9 november 1990
Utterly Simple
Utterly Simple
Composer(s): Dave Mason
Performer(s): Traffic; The Smoke
Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion
Fairy tales written may help you to see it
Do you understand about Lewis's Alice?
We fit all our lives into regular patterns
All that we really know is that we're really living
(spoken:
The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind
And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not
talk And have a friend to find
Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet
The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind
Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find
Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet)
We've nothing to hide so why try to hide it?
I know there are some but they're screwed up inside
If you need a reason for all this I'm singing
It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning
Donderdag 8 november 1990
Milas Poli
Milas Poli
Composer(s): Haris Anastasiou
First performance by: Haris Anastasiou - 1990
The xero pos na s'agapiso
The xero pos na su to po
The xero ti na su hariso
Ti thromo pia na perpato
Pu tha me vgalei i istoria mu me sena
Oso s'akolutho?
Milas poli, zitas pola
Vres ena tropo mia fora
Ti parla na ti stamatas
Milas poli, zitas pola
The xero ti na su thimiso
Pia melothia, pio rithmo
Me musiki na zontanepso ta loyia pu tha po
Pu tha me vgalei i istoria mu me sena
Oso s'akolutho?
Milas poli, zitas pola
Vres ena tropo mia fora
Ti parla na ti stamatas
Milas poli, zitas pola
Lipon kalitera, mia ora arhitera
Na teleionume mia yia panta
Then itan boreto na sinehisume
Kaname lathi pola
Milas poli, zitas pola
Vres ena tropo mia fora
Ti parla na ti stamatas
Milas poli, zitas pola
Milas poli, zitas pola
Vres ena tropo mia fora
Ti parla na ti stamatas
Milas poli, zitas pola
Donderdag 8 november 1990
Ugly Chile
Ugly Chile
Composer(s): Clarence Williams; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Johnny Mercer
You're so pretty
Oh! so pretty
You're some pretty doll
You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk
They make me get so nervous that I have to walk
Oh! I love you, how I love you
More and more each day
You've got some smile, you're pretty too
I've got a million dollars that I'll spend on you
'Cause you're so pretty, oh! o pretty
You're some pretty doll
Now that's the way my folks would always sing to me
When I was just a blossom on my family tree
But when I got around to datin' my first chick
This is what she said, an' did she spread it thick...
Hey! You're ugly, oh! so ugly
You're some ugly chile
The clothes you wear are not in style
You look like an ape every time you smile
How I hate you, you alligator bait, you
Why don't you lay down and die
How I hate you, you alligator bait, you
An' here's the reason why...
You're knock kneed, pigeon toed, box ankled
You're big foot, barefoot slue footed too
How'd they ever get a pair of shoes on you
Your short and squatty, just nobody
You're some Ugly Chile
What a joke on your family when along comes you
You're dippy, dappy, hey! slap happy
You're some Ugly Chile!
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Alternate Version:
You're Some Pretty Doll
You're so pretty, oh! so pretty
You're some pretty doll
You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk
They make me get so nervous that I have to walk
Oh! I love you, how I love you
More and more each day
You've got some smile, you're pretty too
And I've a million dollars that I'll spend on you
'Cause you're so pretty
Oh! so pretty
You're some pretty doll
Now listen Dolly, come over here
There's something I must whisper in your ear
You've got me hanging 'round you like a child
It seems as if you're goin' to drive me wild
These words I tell you are really true
And what I say I'll surely do
Oh! you're cute and handsome, I can't help but fall
You're just a perfect Doll
Your baby ways and your loving smile
It sets my heart jumping ll the while
Those charming little curls and dimples too
They make me know that it is you, just you
I wonder if your dear heart is mine
If so, it is a joy divine
Oh! won't you tell me and put my heart at ease
Oh! for a loving squeeze
You're so pretty, oh! so pretty
You're some pretty doll
You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk
They make me get so nervous that I have to walk
Oh! I love you, how I love you,
More and more each day
You've got some smile, you're pretty too
And I've a million dollars that I'll spend on you
'Cause you're so pretty
Oh! so pretty
You're some pretty doll
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Woensdag 7 november 1990
Something So Strong
