Listen to me, Sophia,. Have you any idea. How much you mean to me-a?. How much you'll never know! If I'm all agitato,. Every heart string vibrato,. Every look passionato,. Who but you made me so
Every night I sit here by my window. (Window). Starin' at a lonely avenue. (Avenue). Watching lovers holding hands and laughin'. (Laughin'). Thinkin' 'bout the things they used to do (Thinkin' '
Detour, there's a muddy road ahead. Detour, paid no mind to what it said. Detour, oh, these bitter things I find. Should have read that detour sign. . Headin' down life's crooked road, lot of thi