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(1928) Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson
My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile Is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows My baby just cares for me Baby, my baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes He cares for me My baby don't care For cars and races My baby don't care for He don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Liberace's smile Is something he can't see Is something he can't see I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me Original lyrics My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows it My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for he don't care for high-tone places I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for Just says his prayers for My baby just cares for me |
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Blue moon
you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart without a love of my own Blue moon you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appear before me The only one my arms could ever hold I heard somebody whisper "Please adore me" and when I looked the moon had turned to gold Blue moon now I'm no longer alone without a dream in my heart without a love of my own Blue moon |
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She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, and it's "oke"Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight She loves the theater but never comes late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords And she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broads That's why the lady is a tramp She'd love the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's "oke"Hates California, it's so cold and so damp That's why the lady That's why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp |
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