Billie Holiday lyrics
Billie Holiday lyrics
"The End Of A Love Affair lyrics"
Anytime lyrics
Whoa... baby Whoo..whoo..who.. Whooaa baby yeeah..whooa.. whoa.. whoa.. baby
Edward C. Redding
So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do at the
end of a love affair?
So I talk
And my voice is too loud, when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know, do they care, that it's only that I'm l
and low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at atll!
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request are not always the
But the ones where the trumpets blare!
So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking
your place
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair
Whoa... baby Whoo..whoo..who.. Whooaa baby yeeah..whooa.. whoa.. whoa.. baby
Edward C. Redding
So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do at the
end of a love affair?
So I talk
Under lyrics
When all the worlds are lost in snow I have to move this meaning through; Dispers
a little too much, and I laugh a little too muchWhen all the worlds are lost in snow I have to move this meaning through; Dispers
And my voice is too loud, when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know, do they care, that it's only that I'm l
Treat You Like Shit lyrics
Monday morning you've got to sign on Down the dole the queue is long Just like zombies you wait yo
onelyMonday morning you've got to sign on Down the dole the queue is long Just like zombies you wait yo
and low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at atll!
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request are not always the
Another Mystery lyrics
Another MysteryGet off your catwalk, I want you to talk, To be the seer instead of th
bestAnother MysteryGet off your catwalk, I want you to talk, To be the seer instead of th
But the ones where the trumpets blare!
So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking
your place
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair