Many a year ago in old sorrento. A certain ditty was quite the thing. Whenever a mother rocked her baby in sorrento. This little ditty she used to sing. . Chi-baba, chi-baba, chi-wawa. An' chi
Jennifer. She drinks her sherry wine. She keeps her lady's love for me all the time. She's seventeen. Barely old enough to cry. A child in her father's eyes, a woman every night Her love. Gives
Look at me. Look at me. I am changing, tryin' every way I can. I am changing, I'll be better than I am. I'm trying-to find a way to understand. But I need you, I need you-I need a hand. . I am
