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Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Oh I love my lover
And well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
That the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
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Dorothy Fields, Jimmy MacHugh
I know why I waited
Know why I've been blue
I've been waiting each day
For someone exactly like you
Why should I spend some money
On a show or two
When nobody sings these love songs
Exactly like you
You make me feel so grand
I wanna give this world to you
You make me understand
These foolish little dreams I'm dreaming
And schemes I'm scheming
Now I know why my mama
She taught me to be true
She knew just around the corner
Was somebody like you
You make me feel so grand
I wanna give this world to you
Baby you make me understand
These foolish little dreams I'm dreaming
And schemes I'm scheming
Now I know why my mama
She taught me to be true
She knew just around the corner
Yes she knew just around the corner
Was somebody like you
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The other woman finds time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails.
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair - anywhere.
The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume.
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room.
There are never toys scattered anywhere...
And when her old man comes to call,
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen.
'cause when she's by his side
it's such a change from her old routine.
But...
The other woman will always cry herself to sleep.
The other woman will never have his love to keep.
And, as years go by...
The other woman will spend her real life alone.
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(1951) irving berlin
I don't want him you can have himHe's not worth fighting forBesides there's plenty more where he came fromI don't want him you can have himI'm giving him the sackAnd he can go right back where he came fromI'm afraid I never loved himSweetie he'd be better off with youI could never make him happy
All I ever wanted to do wasRun my fingers through his curly locksMend his underwear and darn his socksFetch his slippers and remove his shoesWipe his glasses when he's read the newsRub his forehead with a gentle touchMornings after when he's had a little too much
Kiss him gently when he cuddles nearAnd give him babies one for every year
So you see that I don't want him you can have himYou can have him cos I don't want himBecause he's not the man for meThen I'd close the window while he soundly sleptThen I'd raid the icebox where the food is keptI'd fix the breakfast that would please him mostEggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toastOh oh then I'd go out and buy the papersAnd when they've been read spend the balance of the day in bed
So you see that I don't want him you can have himYou can have him cos I don't want him because he's not my manI don't want him you can have himYou can have him I don't want himYou can have him I don't want himCos he's not the man for me
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Traditional
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from. Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe?
(repeat)
He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so
Handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun
(repeat intro)
He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men cause of cotton-eye joe
(repeat intro)
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Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind
And wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know you're life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh my darling, cling to me
For we're creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
Dady, you're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know you're life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh my darling, cling to me
For we're creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
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Billie Holiday
My man he don't love me he treats me oh so mean
My man he don't love me he treats me oh so mean
He's the meanest man that I've ever see
My baby wears high peg pants stripes are really yellow
Baby wears high peg pants stripes area really yellow
When he starts into love me he's so fine and mellow
Love will make you drink and gamble make you stay out all night long
Love will make you drink and gamble make you stay out all night long
Love will make you do things that you know is wrong
Do right baby if you stay home every day
I'll do right baby if you stay home every day
You're so mean and evil I know you're gonna drive me away
Why did he leave me why did he have to go
Why did he leave me why did he have to go
Went off and left me baby I loved him so
I'll be a good wife to you if it means anything to you
I'll stay home every night and I'll love you
And kiss you every night and one of these days
If you're good to me honey one of these day
If God is good to me I'll bring you a little burny
Come back to me baby try me one more time
Cos without your loving I swear I'm gonna lose my mind
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