Shirley Ross - Blue Moon | Текст песни

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Oh Lord what is the matter with me?
I'm just permitted to see,

The bad in every man.
Oh hear me Lord,
I could be good to a lover
But then I always discover
The bad in every man.
They like to tell you that they love you only
And you believe it so you know you're wrong
A little hall room way can be so awfully lonely
And the night can be so very long
Oh lord perhaps Ill alter my plan
And overlook if I can
The bad in every man.

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