I Get Along Testo
Testo I Get Along
I could have been the Mrs
Perhaps even the mistress
cause Everything was going fine you were mine and I was
Ooooh so very happy, wish someone would 'a slapped me
Cause suddenly your were all gone, I was alone, and now
Every blue moon when we meet, once in a while, you fluster and you shine, your smile is still a crime, when you ask how I am, where I work, and where I live
I wanna tell you something cool, but really just kiss you
I get along, I get along
But every time when I'm with you, I miss the things that you would do
I get along, I get along
But every time that you are near, I wanna whisper in your ear and
Love you long, long time, long time and love you, long, long time, long time and love you long
Now, it might sound real tragic
That I'm so nostalgic
But don't you worry, I'm OK, I won't sway, it's just
I seem to have a weakness
That you're so delicious
Come Sunday morning you are out, there's no doubt, but
Every blue moon when we meet, once in a while, you fluster and you shine, your smile is still a crime, when you ask how I am, where I work, and where I live
Perhaps even the mistress
cause Everything was going fine you were mine and I was
Ooooh so very happy, wish someone would 'a slapped me
Cause suddenly your were all gone, I was alone, and now
Every blue moon when we meet, once in a while, you fluster and you shine, your smile is still a crime, when you ask how I am, where I work, and where I live
I wanna tell you something cool, but really just kiss you
I get along, I get along
But every time when I'm with you, I miss the things that you would do
I get along, I get along
Love you long, long time, long time and love you, long, long time, long time and love you long
Now, it might sound real tragic
That I'm so nostalgic
But don't you worry, I'm OK, I won't sway, it's just
I seem to have a weakness
That you're so delicious
Come Sunday morning you are out, there's no doubt, but
Every blue moon when we meet, once in a while, you fluster and you shine, your smile is still a crime, when you ask how I am, where I work, and where I live
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