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You change your make up nearly four times a day Learning old Frank Sinatra’s “My way“ House is clean the grass is green I’ve got my freedom Like a fool I’m standing here Stearing at your window Sing in rain sing in joy and in pain bring me that sunshine Like a fool like a guy from high school I fell in love with you joy of mine And whatever ever Eva happens to the weather Baby girl one thing I know for sure and more we’ve got to be simply got to be I wish I could have just something to say But I don’t now
