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love him and call me his flower. That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour. Oh I long to see him and regret the dark hour. He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower
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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
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I got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John tag along. Going where his daddy goes. Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John
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I got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John tag along. Going where his daddy goes. Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John
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I got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John tag along. Going where his daddy goes. Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John
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Moonlight Cocktail. Glenn Miller & his Orchestra. Words by Kim Gannon. Music by Lucky Roberts #1 from week of February 28, 1942 to week of May 2, 1942 Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star
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And now the pain begins. The teardrops start. And now the rain begins. Within my heart. . But that's the price I pay. The price a fool must pay. For I let true love slip away. . And now the
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smoke Reggie, that's that * I don't like. We got a * Audi, that bitch all white. Pull up on your bitch, bet she gonna like. Sosa bitch, yeah, I done gon' hype. Pistol toting and I'm shooting
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smoke Reggie, that's that * I don't like. We got a * Audi, that bitch all white. Pull up on your bitch, bet she gonna like. Sosa bitch, yeah, I done gon' hype. Pistol toting and I'm shooting
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When I walk down the street. Seems everyone I meet. Gives me a friendly hello. I guess I'm just a lucky so and so The birds in every tree. All sing so merrily. They sing wherever I go. I guess
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There's a bright golden haze in the meadow. There's a bright golden haze in the meadow. The corn is as high as an elephant's eye. And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky Well, oh what
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. And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing. And even the palms seem to be swaying. When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart. And
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I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day,and the dark sacred
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