, please It's been so many years Will she remember my old voice While I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost And
Lonely, lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place Lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely, lonely in your place I
Well, I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's up except the moon and me And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me was
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The guy you're with has up and split The chair next to you's free And I hope that you don't fall in love with me Now it's closing time, the music's fading
Lazy trip to Heaven on the wings of your love Banana moon is shining in the sky Feel like I'm in Heaven when you're with me Know that I'm in heaven when
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번역: , 톰 웨이츠. 폐회 시간.
: Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. Now
guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading
please: it's been so many years Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost, And
: Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's up except the moon and me, And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me
: Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place
: I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise, I got a cherry popsicle right on time A big stick, mamma,
: I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung I've been putting it off for a while, But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear That I cry
: Grapefruit moon, one star shining, shining down on me. Heard that tune, and now I'm pining, honey, can't you see? 'Cause every time I hear that melody
: Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will Stare
