If I wrote to you and not know what to say
Baby, I'm gonna set it all straight
And if I felt a tune and not know what to play
Well, maybe to you I sound the same
I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool
Well maybe to you, I’m not able to make a change
Out of the blue, here to wash the other colors away
What would I do if the music weren’t made
Down/out of use, you sing to make a trade
I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool
When I write to you and know just what to say
Sonny, that will be the day
But when I feel that two of us can imitate
Then that’s one of us we can make
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
If I wrote to you and not know what to say
Baby, I'm gonna set it all straight
And if I felt a tune and not know what to play
Well, maybe to you I sound the same
I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool
Well maybe to you, I’m not able to make a change
Out of the blue, here to wash the other colors away
What would I do if the music weren’t made
Down/out of use, you sing to make a trade
I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool
When I write to you and know just what to say
Sonny, that will be the day
But when I feel that two of us can imitate
Then that’s one of us we can make
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