Sometimes I wonder why I spendAnd so was Antonio Jobim:
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
That melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
Ah, but that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
How insensitive I must have seemed when she told me that she loved meBut Robert Johnson never was
How unmoved and cold I must have seemed when she told me so sincerely
Why, she must have asked, did I just turn and stare in icy silence?
What was I to say? What can you say when a love affair is over?
Now six and two is eighteven though a bunch of white British guys made a mint running his songs up and down the pop charts.
Eight and two is ten
Friend-boy she trick you one time
She sure gonna do it again