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Cigarette holder- wich wigs me
over her shoulder - she digs me out cattin' - that satin doll Baby shall we go - out skippin' careful amigo - you're flippin' speaks latin - that satin doll She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me Telephone numbers - well you know doing my rhumbas - with uno and that'n my satin doll. |
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| 2. |
| 3:03 |
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When I'm not playing solitaire
I take a book down from the shelf And what with programs on the air I keep pretty much to myself. Missed the Saturday dance Hear they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore Though i'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked about you Don't Get Around Much Anymore Darling I guess my mind's more at case But nevertheless Why stir up memories Been invited on dates Might have gone but what for Awf'lly diff'rent without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Missed the Saturday dance Hear they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore Though i'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked about you Don't Get Around Much Anymore Darling I guess my mind's more at case But nevertheless Why stir up memories Been invited on dates Might have gone but what for Awf'lly diff'rent without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. |
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| 3:04 | 
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| 4. |
| 8:00 |
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You must take the A train
To go to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem If you miss the A train You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem Hurry, get on, now it's coming Listen to those rails a-humming All aboard, get on the A train Soon you will be on Sugar Hill in Harlem |
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| 4:41 |
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In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair Filled with despair Nobody could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love Alternative lyric: In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love |
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| 4:52 |
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| 3:03 |
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You ain't been blue; no, no, no.
You ain't been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues". Always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye. In the evenin' when lights are low, I'm so lonesome I could cry. 'Cause there's nobody who cares about me, I'm just a soul who's bluer than blue can be. When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die. |
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| 2:03 |
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I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wink back at fireflies But now that the stars are in your eyes I'm beginning to see the light I never went in for afterglow Or candlelight on the mistletoe But now when you turn the lamp down low I'm beginning to see the light Used to ramble through the park Shadowboxing in the dark Then you came and caused a spark That's a four-alarm fire now I never made love by lantern-shine I never saw rainbows in my wine But now that your lips are burning mine I'm beginning to see the light |
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| 4:42 |
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| 10. |
| 6:44 |
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Perdido,
I look for my heart It's perdido I lost it way down in Torito The day the fiesta started Bolero, I sway that they play the Bolero I kissed me the listing sombrero And that's when my heart departed High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" Perdido My heart ever since is Perdido I know I must go to Torito To find what I lost Perdido (scat) High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" Perdido Goodnight perdido I lost perdido |
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