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The Man In The Raincoat |
Late in the evening, out in the square
A man in a raincoat, standing there
We met by the lamp where the newsboy cries
He stole my heart with his laughing eyes
We smiled as we climed on the old streetcar
I blushed when he asked "are you travelling far"
The next time we met the sun shined all day
We walked and we talked until the evening was grey
He took me dancing, dancing 'til dawn
No happier couple had ever been born
I felt like a queen and he was my king
He borrowed some money to buy me a ring
But I'm still alone the cards are all down
He's taken my money and skipped out of town
And now when I pass the place where we met
I'm wondering if I could forgive and forget
Though bitter is my heart
And foolishly proud
I still go on looking
When out in a crowd
For a man in a raincoat standing there
With laughing eyes and dark brown hair
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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