Bobby Short - 50 By Bobby Short( 2 Disc Set ) (1987) by Bobby Short (보컬) on maniadb.com

Easy come, easy go
That's the way if love must have its day
As it came
Let it go

No remorse, no regret
We should part
Exactly as we met
Easy come, easy go

We never dreamed of romantic dangers
Now that this ends
Let's be friends
And not two strangers

Easy come, easy go
Here we are
So darling au revoir
Easy come and easy go

We never dreamed of romantic dangers
Now that this ends
Let's be friends
And not two strangers

Easy come, easy go
Here we are
So darling au revoir
It's easy come and easy go
Easy go, easy go, easy go

A fool there was
And he made his prayer
To light that glare, pucks that getter
And girls to fit her to care

But this fool that was
Had suddenly found life song
Since you appeared
So baby, be it resolved

From now on
No more floundering
No more hot spots
No scatterbrain

From now on
My fun will be meandering
With my darling
Down Lover's Lane

The old gang will never know me
When they find I've become
The kind people call homie

No more yearning for something new, dear
My address is you, dear, from now on

The old gang will never know me
When they find I've become the kind
People call homie

No more yearning for something new, dear
My address is you, dear, from now on

I love you, Samantha
And my love will never die
Remember, Samantha
I'm a one gal guy

Together, Samantha
We could ride a star and ride it high
Remember, Samantha
I'm a one gal guy

And if some distant day, you decided to say
"Get along, get away, goodbye"
Remember, Samantha
I'm a one gal guy

And if some distant day, you decided to say
"Get along, get away, goodbye"
Remember, Samantha
I'm a one gal guy

Remember, Samantha
I'm a one gal guy

Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana
Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore
Calling me back to you once more

Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana
Dreams of a love I hadn?t the strength to refuse
Darling, the sand is in my shoes

Deep in my veins the sensuous strains
Of the soft guitar, deep in my soul
The thunderous roll of a tropic sea
Under the stars that was Havana

You are the moonlit memory I can?t seem to lose
That?s why my life?s an endless cruise
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes

Deep in my veins the sensuous
Strains of the soft guitar, deep in my soul
The thunderous roll of a tropic sea
Under the stars that was Havana

You are the moonlit memory I can?t seem to lose
That?s why my life?s an endless cruise
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my, in my shoes